Day Thirty Seven

Furrgus 

Niamh was off to her university at the break of dawn. Just in time to see the solar eclipse. 

And this was well before she went to her little shop to work.

She is relishing having the Buick available all the time . 

But as it was too cold for even a bracing walk it was quite convenient also I must say.

But she said it is still making a squeaky noise so she took it back to Mike’s garage on her way to work. 

Festis and I went out to flush out the squirrels and sent them scurrying away to wherever squirrels flee too. 

Then we wondered around the property making sure all was secure. 

It was just the right amount of exercise to work up an appetite. 

Thank goodness there were still three croissants left from yesterday.

Craig had a bit of a sleep in as he was up late again watching another football game on the television.

But when he arose and opened the front door to get the mail his expletives woke me right up.

He had discovered what a dramatic change in the weather had happened overnight. 

He was apparently not impressed and went and turned the furnace back on. 

And to retrieve a fuzzy shirt from his closet. 

Since it was nearly lunchtime we left him to his own devices.

Because yesterday, the lovely ladies at Ichiban had promised Dugal they would set aside a half dozen blueberry scones for him. 

If he got there before noon. 

So we rushed to Bank street before the oncoming deadline. 

Fortunately they were awaiting us in a paper bag.

I must say that Uncle Dugal has not lost his winning ways with women. 

They even snuck in a decidedly large one, especially for their friend for “The Colonel”. 

He smiled all the way home. 

I doubt if Zita would have approved of such shenanigans I do say.

She spent this morning helping out in her parent’s garden. 

Getting it ready for what they call winter. Ha.

Then Dugal’s phone said that she is back with her sister in the wilds of County Kildare. 

Giving her parents a break from her organizing skills I suspect. 

Dugal spent all afternoon rummaging around the basement looking for the two Targes.

As he overheard Zita saying that they should be back up on the wall and he thought a good dusting would expedite the decision. 

They used to be on the wall along with the picture of his own Black Watch fending off the those damned Cuirassiers at Quartre Bras. 

Near run thing as they said. 

Today our Emmet told Craig that the newly constructed computer is working perfectly. 

Well done Emmet I must say. 

My mechanical skills go no further than Bren Gun maintenance. 

Zita and her sister went out for dinner in a respectable restaurant. 

One where the menu does not have cartoons on it and the waiter does not have a name tag. 

It was just ‘round the corner from Celbridge House. That is big pile of rock let me tell you. 

They had a full moon too. My goodness.

So naturally there is an election tonight in America. 

Craig would rather watch his hockey team loose than watch the results. Wise thought.

We will get the mahjong tiles out and find a middle aged Scotch. 

That is what happens when you don’t have a monarchy who can throw miscreants in goal on principle.

How can you have a real government without the threat of The Tower, I ask you. 

The Uber gentleman brought Hot and Sour soup and too many egg rolls. 

Just like the old days in Singapore let me tell you. 

Well without female company that is. 

When her pole exercise was over, Niamh came home to get the garbage ready and to have a couple of egg rolls. 

Then she had a much needed shower and went back to the university, as it is getting to be the get down to it time for all the students. 

I must say neither Festis or I distinguished ourselves at school. 

Well that is not completely true we were the backbone of the First Fifteen but our successes were limited to that. 

But neither of us were nearly sent down from Oxford like Cousin Morag. 

But her tutor did not actually die, even after The Laird understood the situation. 

Fortunately he was in the Crimea and before he got home the tutor had emigrated to parts unknown. 

But not unknown to Festis and I. 

But that is another story. 

There were enough egg rolls left for to tide us over while Dugal forced himself to find the Scotch.