Well, truly Murphy’s law is one of luck now. My wee friend Murphy, who came to visit only briefly on his short trek around the world is apparently going to feature in his own storybook.
I’m not jealous at all. Really. Really really.
At least he still has that bit of clover I gave to him.
I just loved snowy Chicago, particularly some of the sights around Millennium Park. I was told to get a hot dog at Wiener & Still Champion, but wasn’t disappointed by the wee dogs & burgers at Max’s.
I know it’s been quite some time since I posted, but I have been traveling quite a bit and don’t have a wee laptop. There are a few pics from the trip through Copenhagen which I’ll get up soon.
Søren and I got along like a house on fire, but I could barely make out a word he said in Danish. The nicest moments were standing across the street from Tivoli in the square watching the lights, the wee street performers, and the strange garbage statues in the shapes of crumpled tin cans and cigarette butts. Why?
Murphy’s Law isn’t the same anymore after Murphy from Gloucester got to take a wee trip around the world for seven months. I’d rather travel with my host family than some stranger, but for those lucky gnomes that get a professional vs. a trouble-maker, the spoils can be rich.
I prefer the BBC coverage, but they didn’t allow me to embed the video.
A gnome elder once told me that you can judge a gnome by his shoes, so while passing through Dublin Airport I took the chance to get a wee shine. The nice humanfolk there even have a special gnome rate which is much appreciated.
One of the other perks of travel is getting to sleep in a big human bed … I just don’t know what to do with all the pillows. Good night.
As far as I am concerned, this is the only way to travel: tucked within a carry-on shoulder bag on a flight. There is nothing more disturbing than being stuffed into checked luggage, particularly amongst the soiled laundry on the return voyage. I do need to make a particular effort not to be spotted, but it is well worth the risk.
So much for wee calendars. I was relieved to finally get away on a trip and came across this while having breakfast in London. I’ll post a few more pics from the trip over the next several days.
Jerome. What an impressive traveler. I do admit to having a faint pang of jealousy. Antarctica. I’m not a huge fan of the cold and would particularly loathe a bit of frostbite on my nose. However, it would certainly be quite an achievement if Jerome was the first gnome to set foot on the South Pole.
It would be wise to take some gnome-sized longies, or even better, some llamajamas.
