19/7/24

His Lordship is back, and all is well. Lots of banter goes on continuously. They have been in and out often, and goodness only knows why and where. I was told it is none of a Gnome's business to understand what humans do when they go out. The Mistress says we already know too much and need to mind our business more often. Well, this is us told.

Today, things are happening in the garage. She tells me we won't recognize it. The last stack of boxes is at the door for his next trip down south. Maybe she will get the car in the garage!!

 All we need now is a buyer. So, how do we find one in this challenging housing market? Patience is required. 

20/7/24

You guessed it, I was kicked off here again. It is clear that I don't pay the bills, so I can't have a say.

There was action here this morning, as there was an open home, and the humans got the house ready. But today isn't Sunday, I asked. Nope, it's a change of day. I only had a small chat with the agent as some people came and just stayed. A lot of chatter was going on with the family, so now we wait. 

It was a pity the sun wasn't shining, as nothing looked great on a dull day. But never mind—eventually, someone will like it. It only takes one person to say yes, the Mistress announces.

The humans took off and then out again, and I thought they would never return as they had been gone for ages. However, after the agent left, it was an excellent opportunity for us to have hijinks and jump all over the bed. Moonshine jumped over to the window ledge, too. The rest of us followed and looked to see what was happening in the village. There was plenty of room, too, as the giant Gnomes there got packed. Only the odd car went by, and I guess it was too cold for the oldies to head outside. 

Jumping back to the bed was fun, and springing to the pillows was hilarious. They were so soft and great for jumping on and crashing into each other. The cushion was a bit hard to land on, so we did this infrequently, as the pillows were perfect. The golfer hopped over to the duchess and admired himself in the mirror like His Lordship does. The Mistress prefers the wardrobe door mirror to ensure all her bits and pieces are in the right places. 

She had another toss-out yesterday. The floor was covered in maps and junk, so the red bin saw some extra trash. Of course, the maps were retained for future use.

I have been advised that we are going away next week, and I am joining these humans. The Auntie is 90, and they say it is time to celebrate. We are even staying in his Caravan. Cool, I can't wait. Now she just has to remember to take me!