Day Thirty Four

Festis 

Well with Mrs. T off to Ireland things immediately went downhill.

Miss Niamh, and the Misses Tarryn and Sach made, well unfroze, some pizzas.

And then they did not go into the dining room like young ladies, but sat on the kitchen floor, taking for hours upon hours. 

On their bottoms. 

That with perfectly comfortable chairs abounding. Goodness me. 

But they provided pizza to Craig as he hid in the den. So not all civility was lost. 

We looked on our phones until we could assure ourselves that Mrs. T arrived in Dublin without drama. 

Then like the rest of the family we went to sleep.

This morning was another beautiful, and quite unusually warm day so all of us ventured outside and went to the Sunset Grill for breakfast. 

When we returned Miss Niamh and the Buick were going to her work at The Three Trees. 

And Craig was all dressed too.

And after a couple of espressos he too was ready to face the day sans Zita. 

We noticed that our roses are taking advantage of  the weather and continue to provide a spectacle for us. 

We checked, albeit with some malicious glee, the weather at over at the castle.

Even the Fawkes Day bonfires will not warm the place up. 

Such are the vaguaries of life I guess. 

With her there, Mrs. T’s parents took her on, as Miss Poppy would say, an adventure drive into the Wicklow mountains wilds. 

Over to Glenmacnass, a bit past Laragh, and at good rate of speed too, looking at some of the photos. 

We they made it safely enough to have a proper tea, I must say.

I wonder if that Uber gentleman has a reliable supplier of scones at hand. 

This is something I must discuss with Furrgus and Uncle Dugal. 

For those inclement mornings, when the walk to Little Victories is unattractive. 

As it was almost hot Furrgus and I took the opportunity to have a long walk down Bank street to do some window shopping.

But the now there is a new ice cream shop in the neighbourhood and we felt compelled to support the local economy.

So after a new minutes of discussion we settled on cones and continued our wonderings. 

It was so warm I had to remove my beret. My goodness. 

Later back home I was awoken from a perfectly lovely nap by the sound of that microwave machine announcing Craig was backsliding. 

But the lasagna smelled quite acceptable I do say.

But then he ate in in the den so he could watch the hockey game. 

And then used used that machine to make popcorn. 

That somehow seems not as offensive, as popcorn is hardly food. 

Miss Niamh and Miss Tarryn went to visit Miss Lily in her new very small apartment. 

Fortunately it is close to the university.