Furrgus
You see it is free coffee Friday at Little Victories.
And we did not wish to be stuck in a cue.
And then we went to the Wild Oat for a cheese omelette.
We had to get into the spirit of Christmas time you know.
When we got back Mrs. T was gone and Miss Niamh was back from university.
But she was caught up in packing as many things as possible into several bags.
She and Mister Aidan were driving to Toronto today to visit Aidan’s sister Miss Tara for the weekend.
But he was a bit late.
Because he is a Mononey. It is a family trait I have heard.
So they rather rushed away just as the clock struck twelve.
Mr. T was up and in the den with his coffee and book when we arrived home.
He had finished the apple pastries. By himself.
It was not as warm outside as one might have hoped but the free coffees certainly helped maintain our happy disposition.
Mr. T said he is a bit tired, which he blames on the flu shot.
I suggested that going to bed earlier might resolve that situation. To no avail I suspect.
Our afternoon ramble discovered nothing untoward so we rushed home to begin our well deserved afternoon nap.
As there was only Mr. and Mrs. T for dinner tonight, they decided on one of Whole Foods just cook it yourself dinners.
Our Miss Niamh will have to rely on whatever passes for restaurants on the highway to Toronto.
Cousin Morag’s new Bentley has a complete picnicking set fitted into the boot.
It is just the answer to long trips and questionable facilities.
Cook just fills it to the brim and just like that you are off to Ascot.
What could be simpler I ask.
Well for Morag anyway.
There are brand new mysteries on the television tonight.
One of which takes place only a couple of hours from here. That might be entertaining.
But our time is entirely committed to knockout scrabble.
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