Day Thirty Six

Festis 

As lasts night’s pizza party went on well past our bedtime we did not quite spring into action this morning.

Actually young Niamh and the Buick were off to her university before any of us were quite awake. Ah well.

So when we could feign competence we toured our entire block to be on the safe side. 

It was not so warm today but our roses are putting up a noble struggle let me tell you. 

They made my morning 

Mr. T did not sleep in, which was a bit of a surprise as he was up till all hours watching a football game.

Which was rather exciting for once. 

So when he had his second coffee he kindly shared another piece of that Italian cake with us. 

Well only me actually, as the others were back to sleep and I decided they could use the rest.

The surplus of icing sugar did require a rather through brushing to maintain respectability I must say.

Though it appears to me that Mr. T just counts on gravity to put things right. 

This morning young Mister Emmet set us a picture. Not of him, but of the assembling of his custom computer. 

I am sure it is very interesting to those so inclined. 

The weather could not make up it’s mind today. 

One moment it is bright and sunny, the next it is blustery and cloudy.

But I woke the others as we needed to make our presence known. 

There were squirrels are sitting on the front window ledge, as if they owned it.

A situation that could never have occurred when dear Miss Poppy held the fort I do say. 

So fortified with a few chocolate biscuits we did a full sweep of both gardens, sending those squirrels scurrying for the trees. 

Then we walked up to Bank street to check with the lovely ladies at the Ichiban bakery on their daily offerings.

While Furrgus and Dugal eyed the fabulous scones we came away with a bag of croissants.

Best while still warm so the butter melts right away. 

Then we hurriedly returned home before they had time to cool. 

We are very lucky to have such a delightful choice bakeries in the neighbourhood. 

Nothing like it in Acharacle I am afraid to say. 

Though the stuffed sausages at the Loch Schiel Hotel are local legends. 

Now later we heard that Mrs. T and her parents went to her sister’s Eileen’s for dinner. 

And to feed her dog apparently. 

And to fill themselves up with true sticky toffee desserts. 

Complete with ice cream. My goodness, what a treat. 

And later again young Emmet sent another picture showing that the construction actually works.

Or so I surmised from the picture.

But I have to take it on trust as it it does not have vacuum tubes so it is all a muddle to me. 

Miss Niamh and Miss Tarryn dropped in from university so they could have cold pizzas for dinner before their next class.

There was lots of pizza leftovers and they thought to eat here rather than buy donuts at the university. 

Then they departed as quickly as they arrived to get Miss Emily who also had a dinnertime class. 

Mr. T popped the last of the pizzas in the oven for his own dinner. 

Well at least he did not boil them in the microwave this time, thankfully.

While he was at the table her heard from Mrs. T. 

She and her parents were back in Dublin again from the far reaches of Kildare . 

With just enough time left before bed to focus on the chocolates that young Emmet and Miss Alice brought. 

And to read our blog it appears. 

Soon we will be signing autographs I guess. Such is the price of fame.

Mrs. T enquired on the status of the household.

Fortunately Mr. T could say that everything here was well and not strain his conscience a whit. 

Well apart from the squirrels on the window sill. 

When the table was clear we recommenced the Not For Profit poker game. 

Craig went into the den to watch programs with dragons.