Day Seventy One

Furrgus 

We were up early this morning and it was a beautifully sunny morning but a bit cold. 

But last night we received a text notification that Little Victories’s Christmas sale started this morning. 

Well let me tell you there was no letting that go unattended.

And both Mrs. T and our Niamh were well awake so we left the house in their hands as we hurried up to Bank Street.

We wanted to be there before opening so as to not miss out on any deals. 

As we waited we discussed last night’s drama. 

Mrs. T locked both set of keys in her car. While it was running. 

Not one person asked how that happened let me tell you.

But the Automobile Association came to the rescue. And Mrs T told us a child opened the door for her. 

When Little Victories opened it seemed we should not have worried.

We were the only people there. So we had first choice.

When we returned home Miss Niamh and the car were at the university and Mrs. T was in her office.

We met the postman on our walkway hauling a very very large box. Addressed to our Emmet and Niamh. 

It was from Miss Poppy’s cheese party friends. My goodness me.

As it is slightly less than two weeks until Christmas things are hotting up in the delivery department. 

And this afternoon Mr. T was wrapping Christmas presents. My goodness gracious. 

Mrs. T spoke to her parents this morning and it is freezing in Dublin. 

It was not much warmer than here. My goodness me.

And our Emmet and Doctor Alice are on a train after visiting friends in the far beyond of Ireland. 

Now that will be a cold adventure. I hope they have warm socks. 

It was even snowing at Emmet’s own university.  Good Lord.

So we called cousin Morag to check on the state of the countryside. 

And good Lord it was colder there than here. 

The castle’s fireplaces must be all ablaze I tell you. 

And there will be no sleeping up stairs I promise you. My goodness. 

The last time the loch froze over wolves from the hinterlands appeared at the doorstep. 

Fortunately the laird’s brace of mastiffs saw them off. 

Though it was a few hundred years ago I must admit. 

But one can never be too prepared you know.

At lunchtime Mrs. T went to do an errand for Miss Bethany and had a restorative walk in the December sunshine. 

We were still waiting for our feet to warm up, so we, like Mr. T declined the kind offer to accompany her. 

When Mr. T had finished present wrapping it was time for his third coffee and time for our afternoon stroll around the neighbourhood.

We put those wonderfully useful hand warmers in our boots. What will they think of next? 

On our return we confirmed that there was not a trace of wolves to be seen anywhere. 

Though two or three squirrels were seen hiding in the park. 

So on our return we found it the just the right time for our afternoon naps. 

And well deserved ones at that I must say. 

After her work, and keeping with the Christmas season Mrs. T met with her lady friends for drinks up in Landsdowne.

Unfortunately she said she would be having dinner there also. 

So there will have to be recourse to that microwave machine we are afraid. 

Just after she left our Niamh came home with Miss Tarryn. 

They were reviewing Miss Niamh’s essay. To make sure it is perfect.

So we cancelled the poker tournament and helped Dugal pack packages of his home made socks .

To make sure they would reach his clients before Christmas. 

Most of them are destined for north of the Tay. 

And by the look of the weather they will be the highlight of their Christmas. 

With Mrs. T away and Miss Niamh in the dining room Mr. T had his refrigerator lasagna in the den.

Where he watched his hockey team and a football game at the same time. A talented television watcher is our Mr. T.