25/6/24

Well, not much is happening around her these days. It is high time we were on the road and had our permanent holiday. What are these humans doing about this terrible dilemma, I wonder? That agent has people interested, and then they change their minds. I can tell you that Gnomes are like the Mistress and decide very quickly. This has annoyed her no end. 

It appears it is not meant to be, as the stars are not aligned. How on earth did she come up with this line, I wonder. Wisdom, she announces.

His Lordship appeared yesterday, and it is about time, too. The Mistress had missed him dearly, and by the heartfelt greeting she got, it was clear that he missed her just as much. Oh, Mushy mushy, their bond is truly special. 

He has had a few jobs to do around here, as the place is falling apart. He completed the rest of the list today, and now, she is happy. Then he goes away again tomorrow. Oh well, I guess they will be permanently together in our new caravan one day. 

Now, this winter weather is doing little for her morale. She reckons it is depressing, as so little sunshine does not make her happy. I am sorry to say, Mistress, but there are still a couple more months of winter. Spring may be the moving time around here. The Mistress likes the spring. She adores the flowers blooming after a long winter. I see there is a very pretty freesia blooming at the front door. A white, which looks so pure and angelic, she has thought about bringing it into the house, but it is the only one and will not last for long with the heat pump going. I am glad she left it out because my mates are looking after it. They are also watching the buds not far from blooming either.

A freesia

The Mistress loves freesias and will miss seeing them when she leaves this place. My mates also like the perfume they create. They get on a high when this blooms. They zoom around the lawn like crazy. I have also known them to throw dirt at the window when they know the humans have gone out. They try to get my attention. We head out to watch them play silly buggers. I shall refrain from smelling these, as someone has to have their wits about them. The Policeman out there holds the gate shut so they do not escape. Thank goodness they are too far gone, in the head, to remember where the escape route is. 

I would instead get into His Lordship's plonk. But this is always under lock and key, and we have given up looking for the key now. He has well and indeed planted it somewhere away from our eyes. He is a smart cookie, this fella. The Mistress always says he did not come down in the last rain storm.