17/7/24

What a night of Hi-Jinks we got up to. We had to wait so long for this Mistress to turn off the light and go to sleep. When she cannot sleep, she reads and reads some more. It must have been a juicy book to hold her attention. Yeah, then the light went out, and we all jumped down and got into the many oranges that were in a bag on the floor. Jeepers they were huge, and we could only kick or roll them. We are strong for our size, but there is a limit. The goal was to hit the front door, and some of us almost fell over with the strength of our kicks. Too bad about some of the oranges. Some made a splatter, oh messy, too.

With these oranges splattered, we played a game of splattering each other. It was so much fun, but the mess was too much to clean up. How do we clean this up? This is a human job, but then she will know it was us. 

Getting into the bottom drawer was a bonus because we could reach the paper towels and destroy the evidence in the rubbish bin. This was a great idea, but the stickiness remained. What to do now? We had a significant problem on our hands. Heading into the garage to see what we could find made us shiver in our very brittle bones. It was freezing cold out there. 

We found many bottles, and goodness only knows what they were for. The floor mop—hey, we see His Lordship work this thing just before there is an open home. He really likes to help his darling, and he is becoming very domesticated. He enjoys it by the look on his face and pity help her if she messes the floor again. He is far from impressed. 

So how is a mere Gnome meant to work this thing? We watch His Lordship, and he makes it look so easy. It took nine of us to make it do the job. Such a mission, and it took so long, for goodness's sake. We just have to hope she doesn't see anything suspicious.  

This relationship is fantastic, and they continue to be in awe of how they found each other. There was a very mushy conversation on the phone tonight, reminiscing about how they found each other. On the computer, she says. How can humans meet this way? I cannot imagine how this could be possible. The Mistress tells me I should look up in her book "Computers for Dummies." 

I know she has yet to open this book that her daughter recommended. It was put in the too-hard basket. She has a massive phobia of understanding this Technology. So how is a mere Gnome meant to understand this thing?