Day Forty Six

Festis 

We when we arose there was still snow on the ground, but not on the sidewalks or roadways.

So we rather concentrated our investigations to them.

Warmer toes that way.

Both Mrs. T and Miss Niamh were off early again today. 

So when we returned the house was empty, aside from Mr. T and Uncle Dugal of course. 

When Mr. T appeared it was with two almond croissants and his first coffee.

Fortunately he shared those croissants with us. 

We refrained from telling him we were waiting at Little Victories when they opened this morning. 

To assure ourselves of getting the freshest croissants. And some hand warming coffee. 

We did not wish to put a decision regarding our waistlines on his shoulders, so soon after his awakening. 

Regardless, the croissants were just the thing to prepare us for our first afternoon nap. 

Fortunately the stereo contented itself by playing only works from Mr. Chopin. 

But just before we curled up Uncle Dugal made us say a quick prayer for the success of our Emmet’s speech.

The one on headhunting as a hobby. Which he was giving as we fell fast asleep. 

When we awakened it was still a bit on the frosty side but we went outside anyway. 

A good dose of fresh air never hurt anyone, or so they say, usually from a warm house, in front of a roaring fire.

Be that as it may, there were still a surprising number of trees steadfastly holding on to their leaves. 

Covered in snow as they were. Well done trees I say. 

Furrgus and I wondered over to the far pond to see if the great blue Herron was still there. 

But we could see not sign of it so we went to Whole Foods for a quick hot chocolate. As it was only a skip or two away. 

I must say our residence is situated in fortuitous proximity to, as Miss Poppy often said, tasty treats. 

Back at Tioram finding a convenient venue for tasty treats is a major challenge, even when the tide is out. 

Which is why the garage is a bit up from the dock. 

So cousin Morag can whip off to Fort William as the mood strikes.

This afternoon Mrs. T sent us a picture of Miss Rockette. 

She was paying Mrs. T a visit while she was having a break from her job as Miss Sam’s seeing eye dog. 

It is good to have a dog around the office. Keeps the floors clean for one. 

We had a Regimental dog. Lance Corporal Quintus Maximus as I remember, something Latin anyway. 

Thought we lost him at El-Alamein. 

But he was hiding those New Zealand chaps. Apparently they had cheese in their rations. 

Everybody had better rations than us. 

We used to steal them from the Colonials. My goodness. Sometimes they had jam in a can. 

When Mrs. T came home she brought our Niamh and Miss Tarryn. So they would not freeze solid. That was nice of her. 

What with the length of our Niamh’s skirt that would have been a distinct possibility. 

There is an important meeting tonight but Mrs. T just found out that she does not have to attend. Much to her relief.

So we had everybody for dinner tonight. That was a pleasant surprise.

But Miss Niamh and Miss Tarryn ate downstairs as they both were writing essays and did not with to interrupt themselves. 

Furrgus found a nice padded Mahjong mat so the sound on the tiles was not so very loud in the middle of the night.