Day Forty Nine

Festis

My goodness it was cold outside this morning.

So Furrgus and I put on our down kilts and our angora socks and did our morning ramble before everyone else was awake.

When Mrs. T was up she called her parents to make sure Ireland was still there. 

Miss Niamh soon followed but she and the Buick were off to study in the quiet of the National Arts Centre. 

Mr. T had his Sunday sleep in but as soon as he appeared he made coffees for Mrs. T and himself.

And he had the last two cherry turnovers. 

Fortunately we had already brunched at the Oatmeal restaurant with a double order of bracing porridge.

A double order was quite necessary as the wind over the bridge was skin a goal cold. 

Mrs. T braved the wind to put protective covering over our roses while Craig watched the football games. 

Their exercise walk was sensibly canceled due to the cutting wind. 

So she took the opportunity to put up our rather spectacular Christmas lights.

Festis and I postponed our afternoon patrol until it appeared to be much more inviting outside.

After lunch a gentleman came to get a small table that Miss Niamh was giving away. 

To make for room for her giant plants I assumed.

Tonight is the championship game for Mr. T’s kind of football.

As is the tradition in the household dinner was held in the den.

So the game could be seen uninterrupted. 

And to everyone’s amazement Craig’s team won. 

So we all went to bed. It had been a long day.