Day Twenty Six

Festis 

We were up often last night as Zita had a very sore throat. 

She insisted on sleeping on the sofa in the den. So she would not wake Craig up.

So we looked in all night to see if we could be of assistance, but she even turned down a glass of Dugal’s 25 year old Knockando.

So we knew she was well under the weather.

When she had her breakfast she was feeling a tad better. As she was full of medicine. 

Niamh was up early as she had an important appointment this morning.

And because she now has her full license she drove herself and only got lost a bit. 

We went for a long walk as to give Zita some time to sit, drink tea and recoup herself. 

We found that some adventuresome ducks have remained in the nearly empty canal. We had no idea why. 

But the parks were lovely in the sunshine, although there was frost on the cars this morning. 

So we put on the Feileadh Mòr and not our wee philibegs. 

So we had a right comfortable constitutional today. 

When Niamh got home she had a sword. 

Fortunately it was plastic and was needed for her Hallowe’en costume. 

We considered it most unwise to lend her one of ours, or heaven forbid one of Craig’s Claidheamh-Mòrs. 

Parties are hardly the place for such pointy things I must say. 

A friend of Craig’s father once stabbed another man at a very big house in England. 

With swords and way too much brandy I hear. 

Then Niamh had to get out the sewing machine to manufacture an appropriate hat. 

Hallowe’en costumes are much more elaborate than our sheets or eye patches I must say. 

For a late lunch Craig had toast with jam and Zita had the same but with marmalade.

We ate all the oatcakes unfortunately. 

And they are not available locally more is the pity.

Since everyone was a bit preoccupied Zita called Mister Tony’s pizza place and they delivered an extra large one.

She loves the fact that they always know it is us when we call, and say it is Craig on Craig. 

Mister Tony finds this very funny I think.  

But when the gentleman delivered the pizza he asked where his friend the big scary dog was.

And Niamh had to tell him that Miss Poppy had died, and he told her that made him very sad. 

So were we. 

Then after dinner Niamh went to get Miss Tarryn in the car. Oh my. 

Craig and Zita went to the den to watch the detective program.

 So the three of us went into the dining room and started a game of scrabble. 

I suspect it will be an early to bed evening.