Day Thirty Eight

Festis 

Our Miss Niamh was away before we were quite awake. 

It was barely light as she went off to the university’s library.

She told me that yesterday it was her and the cleaning staff.

The library Starbucks was not even open. 

Well I remember being when awakened by the cleaning staff in the Bodleian one night.

But it was because I had forgotten my key and had to sleep somewhere. 

It was terribly brisk this morning but our dear beautiful roses are putting up a stirring battle I must say.

Furrgus and I bundled ourselves into our sheepskin jerkins before wrapping our kilts around and over.

Damned useful things jerkins I must say. 

Apparently they do not issue them to the lads anymore. 

More parsimonious idiots at Horse Guards I have no doubt. 

Suitably covered we checked the corner and wondered up to Bank street to pickup last weekend’s Times. 

Mrs. T is returning tomorrow I understand which is just in time I am afraid.

We noticed that Mr. T has taken to putting whipped cream on top of his morning espressos. 

Both of them. He must be getting desperate I fear. 

He moderated his language this morning when he got the mail as he could tell by the passersby that it was more than chilly outside. 

It was still uncomfortably cool this afternoon so we fortified ourselves with mugs of hot chocolate and ventured forth.

But it was quite lovey as long as you were in the sunshine.

So we extended our patrol and walked along the canal over to Miss Poppy’s lake. 

All the emptyness is crying out for a covering of snow to make it less bleak let me tell you. 

But the nachos at the Mexican restaurant gave us the energy to get home without incident. 

When we got home I noticed that Mr. T had hot and sour soup and two egg rolls for his lunch.

The very same as last night’s dinner. 

This shows a certain lack of imagination and diversity I am afraid.

It is fortunate that Mrs. T will be home tomorrow, if all goes well.

We noticed that she went shopping on Grafton Street today. 

Just up the street from Trinity University. 

Our Padre Mellish went there as I remember. But it was a long time ago. 

And she stopped into Bewleys, her favourite coffee shop for a quick biscuit or two.

Just to keep her energy up. 

As sundown comes so quickly nowadays we made of last daytime sweep early today. 

So we could get in a full scrabble session before we fall asleep at the table. 

Miss Niamh she made herself and Mr. T a nice quiet diner. 

Big plates of pasta, without egg rolls I must add. 

Then she was off to finish her homework.  

And we got out both dictionaries.