Gnomes

So, Friday morning….one week until the big day. The house is starting to look quite bare, and there seems to be a constant stream of people arriving to buy various things (I hope I'm not on the list of things for sale!?) Anne and Marc are very busy every day, what with the visits to the library for an internet connection, and trips to the tip with yet another carload of things to throw away. They seem to spend a lot of time looking for someone called Alan Key – I don’t know who this is, but there seems to be more than one of them (big Alan Key, medium Alan Key  and small Alan Key) Whichever one they find never seems to be the right one. They must be important though, because they are definitely coming in the car with us on the big day.

Evenings however are  another matter. Much Scrabble has been played, and honours are more or less even (should anyone be keeping a tally). The evening meal is followed by a roaring log fire and some DVDs. The Killing and Spiral were immensely enjoyable, and I thought Hugo was a lovely film. The last couple of evenings’ fare have been a bit darker – Inglorious Basterds was rather gory, and The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas was really sad – I have to be careful not to shed a tear as I rust very easily.

They've acquired these wretched gnomes from somewhere and we definitely haven’t got off to a happy start – so far,Mr Green is the most suspicious, constantly taunting me when their backs are turned. His three friends (Mr Black, Mr Yellow and Mr Red) always deny seeing or hearing anything, and now I can’t get ”stuck in the middle with you” out of my head. Thank goodness I don’t have any actual ears to worry about.