Day Seventy Nine

Furrgus 

Well the Taylor-Mahoney hamper soirée lasted until everyone was too tired to continue talking.

Fortunately they were also too tired to finish the pizzas, so on the stroke of twelve we exited the house stuffed to the brim.

Aside from a portly raccoon in the far pond there was nothing significant to cause us to wake Dugal on our return. 

This morning everyone rather dragged themselves out of bed as today is another day. 

But young Emmet’s aeroplane was delayed several times leaving Dublin.

And now they must change the flight from Toronto to home.

Such are the foibles of travel nowadays I suppose.

I just used to order up the nearest RAF kite, but I am afraid those days are gone too. More is the pity. 

Mrs. T was working downtown today and our Niamh was at her job at The Three Trees. 

When when returned from the morning patrol Craig was well into his second coffee and third oatmeal with raisins cookie.

We shook off the snow and after delivering a quick briefing commenced our wellness nap. 

It was a completely cloudless day and only a bit cold, especially in the wind.

But it is still snowing in Glenfinnin.

That will make for a challenging Soltice celebration at the castle. 

The window through which the sun appears is in the still roofless tower. 

But I do say Cousin Morag will manage with style and composure. 

But when we spoke with her this morning. 

And we absolutely agreed with her decision to forego her annual pilgrimage to the Maeshowe portal.

It is no the time to be visiting the Orkneys in weather like this. Tradition or not. 

We should have sent her a nice set of Michelin snow tires for Christmas. 

I suspect the Bentley is a bit of a handful in the snow. 

The Taylors alway put on theirs at the first prospect of snow. 

A wise decision it appears from the evidence in our travels.

We saw on the map that Emmet is once again in Canada. 

That is good news.

Now, apparently the trick will be to get him on a flight home. 

Because the Toronto aeroport is foolishly busy and disorganized today.

Because of all the blizzards out west all the aeroplanes are late. 

Though the MacCord company is addressing that situation. That too is good news.

This afternoon Mr. T was wrapping more presents, until he ran out of tape. 

While he looked everywhere he could not find any more. 

But he did find enough junk to half fill a garbage bag. Always a useful result. 

When Mrs T got home she brought a whole bag of fresh bagels. 

Then she checked on the stockpile of tea. 

It seems to need replenishment quite often when our Emmet is home.

After work Miss Niamh went right to the aeroport to bring Emmet home safe and sound. 

And when they got home all the bagels were ready. 

But as soon as dinner was over Emmet had a bath and went to bed and Miss Niamh went to do some more essay writing.

We turned to Mah Jong for variety.