Day Sixty Six

Festis 

Today is Zita’s Gala day. My goodness me.

So we were all up early to get ready, except for Craig of course.

Zita packed her attending a Gala clothes. And the appropriate shoes also. 

Niamh went to Carleton instead of The Three Trees because she had an exam this morning. 

It is getting near to the end of term at the university. 

And she has lots of studying to do. 

Personally I am afraid that The Three Trees will not function as smoothly as normal without her. 

Who will sell people their shiny rocks I say. 

So after dropping Niamh off Zita and the Buick went downtown.

The Gala is being held in the imposing curvey Museum across the river. 

So she needed the car to bring things over. And not get wet. 

After the ladies had left, but before Craig appeared Furrgus and I went to check on the unwelcome visitor situation.

Then we ventured over to Landsdowne to visit a new establishment.

A store that makes cinnamon buns right there in front of you. 

And it is only a quick five minute walk from our house, well maybe seven minutes if we are strolling. 

Anyway it is near by. And what could be more appropriate on a rainy day than freshly made cinnamon buns.

So we brought a half dozen home.

We should have got a dozen as Dugal and Furrgus returned before lunchtime for a fill up. 

Even though the weather was being uncooperative.

I saw that Emmet was commenting on that Assassins video game again.

He and his friends, from quite a few universities, spent several hours today wishing the errors were not so obvious. 

And then Dugal wondered what credentials the authors of the game had to write about assassins.

As he knew quite a few and none of them would have carried an hatchet or worn a fur cloak. Not even one. 

Usually they had a garrotte hidden in their boots, so as to not annoy the neighbours with unnecessary screaming. 

After lunch we rather suffered from a surfeit of sugar and the afternoon nap was a welcome reprieve. 

When we awakened Dugal mentioned that it was the time for the Gala to commence. 

They have all their dinner tables set up in the great hall.

So the guests can look at the beautiful totem poles while they listen to the speeches. 

That was a very sensible idea. 

But as Zita along with all the guests are having dinner there Craig had to fend for himself. 

Especially since the cinnamon buns had not lasted past lunchtime. 

We are afraid the microwave may be called into service.

Since Craig ate in the den so we lounged in the living until Zita arrived back from the Gala. 

But unfortunately we fell fast asleep. Before she got home.

But Craig waited up for her.