Because at the very break of dawn Zita was moving all the furniture, including Uncle Dugal’s own pedestal.
Fortunately he was out on a morning inspection and we intercepted him before he had a consternation.
So we all went for a bracing coffee and a couple of pastries.
At Little Victories naturally.
Our Uncle had tea and two raspberry muffins.
When we got home Miss Pam was there painting the rest of the house.
So we made ourselves scarce.
We are far far too familiar with the popularity of those badger hair paint brushes to take a chance.
So we three wandered over to the ponds to watch the water as it disappeared.
While we were away a different woman came to try a new type of bandage for his foot.
With any luck this time it will work.
Well one can only hope.
Zita’s parents have flown off to sunny Spain to visit Zita’s brother Ciaran and his new dog.
Speaking of flying away next week Zita is going to visit Newfoundland for her work.
And Susan is going to fly out there to meet her for a couple of days exploring the wilds.
The place is over run by moose I hear.
We would offer up some automatic weapons just in case.
But Zita has banished all our small arms to the basement.
Which, considering Emmet has a naval canon under his bed, does not seen so fair.
But rules are rules.
When we got home Dugal fled to the dining room table amongst all the semi-relocated books.
We having been rendered homeless when the living room was painted we simply retired to our own places overlooking the living room.
Mrs.Pam left in the afternoon.
But she assured us that she will be back tomorrow morning.
We best be prepare Dugal for further time in exile.
Craig and Zita had more delicious ham for dinner.
Furrgus and I had to find some down pillows and duvet to tide Dugal over his inconvenience.
We rescued a nice bottle of Knockando’s Special Release from his locker which put everything to rights.
Craig and Zita relaxed in the den with their detective.
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