Day Thirty

Furrgus

By lunchtime we had recovered from last night’s influx of hobgoblins and princesses. 

But we had a fabulous time. 

We stayed at our posts until we ran out of chips and candy bars. 

Then we turned off all the lights and closed the curtains, retiring to the dining room for a pot of tea and some toast with honey. 

Dugal was still drinking toasts with friends from the fleeting worlds, so we did not disturb him. 

He announced that “The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost.”  

We think we was referring to himself. 

We also suspect he spends far too much time translating Tolkien into old Greek. 

But I must say we now understand why last night was one of Miss Poppy’s favourite duties. 

The children were ever so polite and the costuming was spectacular. We got many a wave.

Mrs. T put electric candles all around so the children could see us through the windows. 

We did not go out this morning as it had rained overnight and to be honest we had over indulged in some forgotten candy bars last night.

And the climb up to our own space was a bit overwhelming, so we decided to let everything settle down. 

Especially our stomachs. 

Mrs. T was up very early so after we had breakfast she settled down to her work. 

Miss Niamh took the car to her first thing in the morning university class.

Then she took it to the garage before she went to work.

The car was making a squeaky noise and since the garage is just across the street from her little store it was a quick task.

Mr. Craig was up while we were in the midst of of morning nap so he had to have his morning coffee by himself.

Mrs. T worked at home from her office today as she is slowly recovering from the nasty sore throat. 

But she still refuses to consider gargling with gin and Tabasco sauce. A foolproof solution in my opinion. 

One can only make suggestions I must say. 

Mr. T discovered a loaf of cherry almond cake in the kitchen, complete with hard vanilla icing. Oh my. 

So our lunchtime was not a complete loss. 

By late afternoon the weather had improved dramatically. 

So Festis and I went for a limited ramble. To clear our heads. 

We got a note from Cousin Morag. Samhain went off without a hitch this year.

The gillies did not have to rescue any noisy tourists from the tide this time. 

And the annual apple bobbing contest at the pub was a great success.

And now well attended since Morag suggested replacing the water with SLO gin. 

Thankfully school maintenance has been the main benefit of this innovation. 

The local council is made up of prosperous parsimonious presbyterians you see. Shameful if you ask me.

But they are seriously overmatched by Cousin Morag. 

As we are still the sole owners of the local hydroelectric dam.

Hard to run your company if the power suddenly gets cut she told them. 

Amazon delivered a biggish box of coffee before dinner. 

Which was very timely, as this morning Festis had noted that the coffee cache was quite empty.

That did not bode well for tomorrow morning, but all has been set to rights.

Miss Niamh will not be here for dinner as it is her telephone pole exercise night. 

After dinner now that Dugal is back in the land of demonstrably living we will continue the Mahjong game.

And I am sure that’s Mr. and Mrs. T will continue with their current detective program. 

And some tea for Mrs. T.