Day Two

We really must apologize to Miss Poppy the next time we meet. 

We did not really understand the rather exhausting range of her responsibilities.

I had to wake up early this morning because today was the day the bandage nurse came here.

Furrgus won the toss and was still asleep when she arrived. Uncle Dugal was not a whit better. 

After the nurse had departed Miss Niamh appeared in a flurry and rushed off to her work taking her bicycle. 

Then I poked Furrgus and told him it was time for the morning perimeter patrol.

I pulled my barret over my eyes and went back to sleep. 

But then the door bell rang and before I could demand to see some proper identification Craig opened the door took the package. 

I now see that we relied more on Miss Poppy’s well honed instincts than on Craig’s common sense.  

Fortunately nothing exploded as it was just more parts for Emmet’s computer that they are making over in Cork. 

It was just dumb luck in my opinion. 

Furrgus’s reappeared and announced that all was secure but it was a double dose of hot tea weather. 

He has never quite resigned himself to the weather north of the Suez. 

You should see the state of him when we are ensconced in Loch Schiel. 

Wonders about mummified in blankets and rum toddies scaring the staff. 

Granted we have yet to replace the west tower’s roof and the draft would skin a goat. 

Uncle Dugal refused to stay over for our father the Laird’s funeral and booked himself into the local inn with some French actress. 

Now that caused ruckshens for months. 

And the comments from cousin Morag. Lord have mercy. 

Craig had a peanut butter and honey sandwich for his lunch. 

Furrgus and I are not too partial to peanut butters. Does not stick to your ribs like porridge. 

I took the afternoon watch today so as not to interfere with my brother’s mediation time. 

Spent too much alone time in the Afghan hills with the SAS if you ask me. 

Dugal will set up a rota so Furrgus does not get to slack off. 

After a quick snack of cheese and crackers I went and walked around both ponds. All was well.

And with my new warm socks I was not in the least bit uncomfortable. 

It is Tuesday so it is Miss Niamh’s night to go to the pub with her university friends. 

They always have a contest on Tuesdays to see who knows the answers to hard questions. 

Niamh and her friends never win. They should practice more.

When I came home Poppy’s bunny friend was on our patio. 

But I did not tell it the sad news. 

There is enough sad news around without surprising little bunnies. 

I do not know if Furrgus and I are expected to watch the after dinner detective programs with Craig and Zita.

Poppy did not leave us any instructions. 

I guess we will have to figure it out by ourselves.

After dinner I usually continue translating The Iliad into Gaelic, but even Dugal says that it won’t be a big seller. 

So perhaps I need to find a new hobby. 

Furrgus’s home knitted warm socks business keeps him very busy. And out of trouble. 

And Dugal is busy dictating the fourth volume of his memoirs into his phone. 

Perhaps the detective programs are a good idea after all. 

At least there will be tea.