Day Nine

Well thanksgiving is over. 

And all three of us have not quite recovered. 

But I do not know about the rest of them. The dinner party lasted until quite late.

And as I predicted there was enough food to feed a company of ravenous Royal Marines.

The fabulous ham was presented for a pre dinner inspection and the wine set to breath. 

After Kirian and Miss Maddie arrived the production line from the kitchen to the dining room inundated the tables with food.

And wine too. 

It was just our kind of dinner party.

Furrgus and I were in charge of making sure the music was appropriate for the occasion while Dugal was kept busy opening the wine. 

As dinner started Mister T offered a toast to our absent friend, the gallant Miss Poppy.

There was not a dry eye in the house. 

I lent Dugal my handkerchief. He needed it. 

And also to Emmet, languishing without a surfeit of pies in darkest County Cork. 

Then the conversations started and numerous reputations trashed. It was wonderful.

There were three, let me repeat this, there were three pies for dessert and enough whipped cream to cause internal damage. 

As Dugal says nothing succeeds like excess.

The soirée did not finish until this morning.

And Mister Richard and Miss Kathy are driving to Nashville first thing this morning. And it seems they actually started on time. 

Well done Mahoneys. 

And speaking of a well done Niamh made it to her store on time. Well done Niamh.

Even Mister Craig was up earlier than expected, but long after Mrs. T, as usual.

She was working on her paperwork again. 

After lunchtime they went for their constitutional in spite of a chilly wind. 

Fortunately the household is very well equipped with numerous warm jackets and coats. It is Canada after all. 

Unfortunately we have noticed that they have begun to empty Poppy’s pond. 

That does not bode well.

Then they went to the Whole Foods store and had coffee and pastries to make themselves feel better. 

We did not go, as not one of us has recovered from the Apple Pie hidden in whipped cream.

I contented my self with a slow walk around, admiring the neighbourhood.

Just as they got home their friend Mister Greenwood stopped to given them his condolences.

Mister Mati who was Poppy’s very large cousin lived with him. 

He is also thinking about when best to find himself another lovely Bouvier companion. 

When they went back inside Mrs. T went right back to the paperwork. Dugal was there beside her keeping her spirits up.

Miss Niamh will miss dinner tonight as she has her exercise classes tonight.

She will miss the leftovers for dinner. 

In my opinion leftovers are the best part of any big dinner party. 

And after a few select pieces of pie we left Mr. and Mrs. T to their detective programs.

It was time for our game of whist.