Day Eighty Two

Festis

Well it was rubber boots time for this morning’s adventure.

It was raining when we awakened. 

So we convinced Uncle Dugal to remain in the house and we slipped the ice grips over our boots.

Rain on top of snow is a sure visit to the hospital and we have had enough broken legs around here let me assure you.

The neighbourhood was already covered knee deep in snow.

So we carefully traversed our block before coming home to hot cross buns.

We did not go up to Bank Street today as we saw the sign. 

But our stalwarts Miss Niamh and Mrs T braved the weather. 

Mrs. T drove Miss Niamh to her store before continuing her grocery odyssey. 

Our Emmet’s daily consumption of tea is quite impressive I must say. The essential foundation of a PhD apparently.

They were busy wrapping presents also. 

We have yet to receive a parcel from The Isles and are a bit concerned that the weather has delayed deliveries. 

Oh well. It will not be the first time.

Mrs. T is rather concerned about two as yet to be delivered packages also. Oh my goodness me. Christmas! 

But we got word that upon entering her favourite butcher shop she discovered that this year they have Haggis. 

Home made honest to goodness Haggis.

Nothing could persuade Uncle Dugal from immediately going forth lest their inventory vanished before he got there.

So we dutifully accompanied him up to Bank street. Against our better judgment mind you. 

Dugal claims it is an extremely positive omen for the oncoming year. 

Well it is his family with The Sicht. 

When Mrs. T got home she brought the whole store with her. 

But most importantly the ham arrived. 

But to Mrs. T’s great surprise this year’s half ham was gigantic. 

My goodness that will serve us well. Ham sandwiches are are very favourite.

Then occurred the annual attempt to put a quart into a pint bottle. 

Fortunately Young Emmet was there to move things downstairs to the other refrigerator. 

When we returned we had to share the shocking news that there had been not one person in the line up for the Haggis at the Meat Market. 

So we got three each. 

We are now fully ready for Hogmanay, regardless of the Christmas presents situation. Ha. As Miss Poppy would so often remark. 

Speaking of presents the were two deliveries this afternoon. 

But from Mrs. T comments we are not the only ones still waiting for crucial shipments. Dear me.

Then Mrs. T’s other brother, David called to wish a Merry Christmas to all. And then Mrs. T talked to her mother. 

It was a very busy afternoon and then, just like that the weather changed and the temperature dropped like a sodden kilt. 

And the snow reappeared. 

So Mrs. T quickly got the snow shovel out.

In order to remove as much as she could, before the sodden snow turned into sidewalk icebergs. 

She fills our sled full up and pulls to to the road to empty it. My goodness. 

And then Miss Tara appeared with bags of Christmas treats and wet feet.

Half of the treats were for our family and half for hers. Now wasn’t that kind.

Then Mrs. T attacked the snow covering her car with the fearsome snow brush, so she could get Our Niamh.

She has to get home, because tonight is pizza eating Gingerbread House construction night, with Cara and Lee. 

Now there is a tradition that has been going on for a dozen years, if Dugal’s memory is to be trusted. 

But in order to get enough energy to build the gingerbread houses dinner was necessary. 

But after dinner Mr. and Mrs. T went to the den for another couple of episodes of the just around here mystery. 

We stayed in the living room, to oversee the construction, with had the provincial building code at hand. 

The rest of the household had wisely gone to bed.