Day Fifty Two

Furrgus 

Well it was a busy day today. For all of us. My goodness.

Miss Niamh was out the door to her university at the crack of dawn. 

Even before Mrs. T had finished her coffee. 

We had just gotten back from morning patrol and watched her wizz by.

Even Mr. T was up early.

Mainly because he had a much needed appointment at the barbershop. 

It is one thing for we three to be a bit furry but he really needed a bit of a brush up. 

When Miss Niamh returned from university Zita drove her to The Three Trees before returning home.

 So she and Mr. T could get up to Bank Street in time. 

One might go so far as to suggest it was a bit past time. 

But while they were off galavanting we had our personal business to attend to. 

After another round of acrimonious telegrams with Horse Guards and the fools at the Home Office we have tuned everything over to second Cousin Murdoch’s firm, Murdoch, Murdoch, Murdoch and Singh. 

Lord help them now. 

After that exhausting experience we traipsed over to The Wild Oat for a much deserved lunch.

And lo and behold Mr. and Mrs. T were there too. 

But there was not enough room to share a table. 

And Festis suggested that while two is company, five begins to look like a convention.

So we had separate tables. Just as well I suspect. 

But we did notice that Mr. T had one of their filling omelettes.

So did we, but we did not have the fried potatoes, as we had indulged ourselves only a few days previously. 

They left before us and we continued our now seemingly endless search for just the perfect Christmas presents. 

When we got home Mrs. T was just leaving to look at getting some of her beautiful pictures framed.

I do admit the walls are rather bare, but our Quatre Bras suggestion seems to have fallen on deaf ears I fear. 

Mr. T retired to the den as he was now rather light headed. 

And continued to read his new book.

When Zita came home it was without any framed pictures. 

Because of the absolutely astounding fact that a nicely framed picture was more than an entire case of reasonable Scotch. 

Good God in heaven. 

So she came back here to look at the exhaustive collection of framed pictures in the basement. 

And low and behold there were at least two that will do the trick. 

So she chose one and will return to the store next week when they are not busy with just the right size frame. 

We must get in touch with Cousin Morag right away. 

As she has been using the portraits of the less commendable members of our family as insulation in the guest bedrooms. 

We probably should probably adopt a better strategy knowing the cost of those frames. My goodness me. 

Miss Niamh will not be here for dinner as she went right back to Carleton from her work.

So we are rather banking on an early dinner, so we can continue our Monopoly game.