Day Nineteen

Furrgus

It was more than a tad chilly this morning when we made our rounds.

There was no repetition of yesterday’s Racoon intrusion. But we were armed. Just in case. 

Mister T’s hockey team won again last night.

I could hear Uncle Dugal grumbling about another lost opportunity.

Miss Niamh and Miss Tarryn took the car to school today. 

For another early morning set of classes.

Mister T was not so very far behind. He says that he may well be on the mend. 

But I noticed that he did not have any breakfast, just a series of black coffees while he fiddled with the computer.

Mrs. T is in the Parliament of Newfoundland for the day. 

Watching all the young ladies learn how to be a government.

And she sent us a picture so we knew she had not fallen of the edge of the world. 

Newfoundland is near the edge of everything.

Even the houses it seems.

Mrs. T called us after lunchtime and wouldn’t you know, last night the fire alarm went off in her hotel. 

So everybody had to go outside in the rain. In their pyjamas. 

And this morning her bathroom had no water. 

She might as well been camping in the north woods if you ask me. 

So she found herself a new hotel. 

Well perhaps tonight will be better. 

Those dogs who will become seeing eye dogs were practicing crossing the street in front of the house.

A very young one was apparently a bit bored and came right up and looked in the window to see Mister T. 

A bit of a black tick in her copy book I would guess. 

Speaking from experience those ticks can be cheerfully ignored. 

Festis and I collected them by the barrel full. 

My Greek copy book got covered in so many black ticks I could never find my mistakes. 

If there were any.

Which I doubt, as I copied everything from Cousin Morag who was a bit of a swat. 

When Miss Niamh got home she’s searched all the refrigerators to see what she was going to make for their dinner.

Then Miss Tarryn and Miss Niamh went to get Miss Tarryn’s cousin at the train station because there was a surprise party afoot. 

Needless to say we were not invited. 

Good thing too as my dress blues are in dire need of cleaning. 

And the Good Lord only knows what Festis thinks will pass muster. 

The Navy may be the Senior Service but their uniforms lack any sense of panache I do say. 

When Mrs. T’s meetings were over she met Mrs. Susan for some fish and chips and they started their wee vacation. 

Perhaps with a few beers, they not being so very far from Ireland out there. 

Now Mrs. T said that little dog at the window this morning was Miss Poppy coming to check on her friend Craig. 

And to make sure he knows she can run as fast as can be again. 

Well obviously we should have seen that. 

As it would be very unlike her not to check in occasionally.

Dugal assured us that Saint Guinefort is always involved in these appearances.

And believe me if Uncle Dugal says it is, so it is. 

His side of the family has the An Dà Shealladh you know. 

So none should question it. 

It is really much safer that way don’t you know. 

Now apparently there is another football game on the television tonight. 

Another one of Mister T’s questionable teams is playing again.

With the dining room table mostly cleared we three sat down for a bit of smoked salmon and a brick Pont l’Eveque to make a night of it.

And raise a toast or two to absent friends. 

After all the weekend starts at twelve.