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Mister Aidan’s lady friend has fallen ill.
And Mrs. Kathy decided that to keep everyone as fit as a fiddle that discretion must prevail.
Which all in all is the correct decision.
Mister Craig was ever so sick after his last vaccination we also thought it best not to tempt fate.
So if everyone is still healthy in a couple of day we will restart Christmas 2.0. Ha.
Speaking of Craig I noticed he had a sleep in today. And why not we say.
And at lunchtime Our Emmet was exercising his baking skills producing several dozen fabulous molasses cookies.
Before Mrs. T went for her constitutional with Professor Jill, she saw our cardinal, sheltering in our side yard.
Thankfully the weather is only slightly nasty today.
Now Doctor Alice, having the day off, was at home sharing tea with the family cat.
Not being needed at the hospital today there was time for a nice long distance conversation with Emmet.
Boxing Day is always just the right day to relax and most importantly digest the excesses of food and visitors.
So that is exactly what we did.
Well after we checked in with Cousin Morag that is.
According to Morag the castle’s Christmas dinner was a notable success, in spite of their increasing inclement weather.
It was colder there than here, which was a bit of a shock.
And Dugal’s reluctant home at Dhùn Stadhainis was put under siege by snow drifts he reported. With some glee.
He blames his stepfather father for being too mean to buy a snowplough for the estate and expressed little sympathy.
We wisely refrained from commenting.
As his stepfather the Earl, is a Campbell and Dugal a Maclean, on his father’s side, the situation is unlikely to improve in our opinion.
Well we just settled in for a relaxing day, feeling slightly guilty that the postponement of the festivities did not bother us too much.
There was a plentitude of tea, biscuits, croissants and fresh cookies to soften the blow.
We collectively decided not to cook the ham as we are awaiting a decision on the postponement of Boxing Day.
So Mrs. T and young Niamh went to some grocery stores to to get something appetizing for tonight’s truncated feast.
We will rely on Emmet’s cookies to see us through.
The change in menu was not in the least disappointing.
As Mrs. T substituted a delicious veal concoction for the postponed ham.
When we did our before dinner patrol we heard that there were fire engines up on Bank Street.
Being concerned about our favourite restaurants we extended our patrol to see for ourselves.
But very sadly it was our favourite shop for beautiful cards, The Papery, which was on fire.
We then returned to our regular route, as not to get in the way of the firefighters.
We quite worn out when we got home but we were called into service to oversee the stuffing creating.
After that we had our nap and did not wake until dessert was being served.
Then after dinner, when all had retired to their respective preferences, fortunately we found our Monopoly game under the sofa.
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