A lazy morning with the papers, a new frock, an afternoon baking brownies, a bbq with the London family (there was lamb and Montieth’s cider and the best ever chargrilled aubergine). The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel (first movie I’ve watched in a while that did not reduce me to a sobbing wreck), a carboot sale (we scored an enamel egg bowl and a coat rack made from an oak church pew) and the adoption of our newest family member, a rather battered (though cheerful) terracotta chap.
The ‘name the new gnome’ game is officially underway. Suggestions of course, are very welcome.
Maurice. Or possibly Gavin.
Gavin the Gnome.
your brownies look divine!
and your gnome, i think he’s a julio ;-)
Nobby.
I’d name him Petri just because. I stick to PG-13 movies and I’m guaranteed to not cry excessively or not be scared to death :) Your weekend sounds lovely!
Norman Albert Gnome. Norm Al Gnome. Norm the Gnome. Yep I’m happy with that suggestion :o)
PS: That frock with your colouring? Perfect! You are gonna ROCK that frock!
I actually hissed through my teeth at reading of acquisition of oak coat rack (I’ve been on the lookout for somesuch for ages) and cannot therefore think of gnomes names.
harold, the mentally unstable night watchman of chiswick
what DID you call the gnome?