Gnome visits London

Last week James the Gnome visited my workplace. He even made two new friends - Josh and Vijay:

They loved James so much they even imitated his gnome pose:

Josh also gave James the Gnome the prestigious title of 'Lord Gnomington III' and we granted him the position of Royal Bearer of the Cafe keys:

Thanks for all your hard work James. 

My mum texted me to say she has bought a toadstool for the garden, which I can see next time I go home. 

James will finally have a place to put his lamp down. And give his weary arm a rest.

In other news...

My gnome plans for the future:

• Solar powered water features
• Butterfly feeder
• Bird house (homemade)
• Bee log
• Solar powered lights
• More gnomes (of course)
• More toadstools and perhaps the occasional small animal made of pottery

Pictures of the Gnome Island will be posted once I return to my hometown and re-acknowledge the existence of trees, grass and shubbery in the world.

Alternatively I'm moving house soon so if I move somewhere with a garden (or balcony at the least) then it could act as a nice resting spot for James for the moment, a kind of purgatory if you will. 

But London is no place for a gnome. James, and the others (waiting in shops for me to buy) will eventually get taken back to Sherwood Forest and establish their true and permanent residence there.

Christmas time promises to be an epic Winter Wonderland as I have dreams of teeny tiny red Santa hats for all the gnomes, fairy lights, a mini Christmas tree and fake snow to surround it all.

Disclaimer:

Having finished my degree, and now having a little more time on my hands than I am used to, I realise that I may come across like a 'crazy cat lady' since starting to collect for my Gnome Garden, or  rather, Gnome Island.

Now, while I do indeed have cats (at home, not in my tiny London studio flat, that would be crazy) and while my parents do have 4 cats (5 if you count a recent stray -  and yes that's quite a lot, I agree)... I do feel I am currently of stable mind and am not suffering a quarter-life crisis as others may suggest.

 I do recognise the silliness of all this. It is tongue-in-cheek and very much to be taken with a pinch of salt.

Gnomes are not real and they do not have feelings, achey arms or favourite songs.

The puns available to gnome-related endeavours are highly amusing and endless however, and thus, with the help of what friends I have left after this, I will keep on collecting gnome memorabilia, always attaching gnomey puns to them, and keep blogging about my soon-to-be Gnome Island. 

Because remember 'Gnome Man is an Island'.

And if all else fails, and my friends desert me within a few weeks as I expect, then at least it is comforting to know that I will always have James and the other gnomes to keep me company.