Day Sixty Three

Furrgus

Well it was inevitable as we are scandalously undermanned.

We had a major security breach while we were on morning patrol.

Fortunately the house was not breached so Mrs. T was in no danger, thank goodness.

But we hurried back and instantly drove the intruder away with a flash of Fetis’s Claidheamh-mòr. 

Mrs. T was not in the least bit concerned. 

But we all knew without speaking that Miss Poppy will be disappointed with how we handled the situation. 

I will write a letter of explanation to be read aloud later tonight. 

I am sure Saint Newton will pass it on. 

As we left this morning Mrs. T was up early also, so she could finish making her Christmas Dundee cakes.

But when we returned home we could not help but notice the bottles of single malt.

A rather denuded bottle of Aultmore.

And a completely empty bottle of The Glenrothes.

We now suspect this may well be the reason for her sangfroid attitude during the raccoon attack. 

Dugal was a bit aghast at the amount of scotch used in preparing the cakes and hopes we are on the distribution list. 

In our day the scotch for Dundee cakes were limited to the blended verities. My goodness how things change.

Single Malt Dundee cakes, won’t cousin Morag be aghast. 

And now she will have to convince cook to change her recipe. 

Even cousin Morag may not be up to that particular task.

After lunchtime Dugal was perusing his Twitter account, with some trepidation.

He found Mr. Emmet and Miss Alice had visited a museum in Cork.

The museum was having an old books Christmas sale.

And there was a quite obscure book which Emmet has always wanted. 

An early self Christmas present no doubt.

Far be it for me to mention that all of our Emmet’s favourite books are exemplarily obscure. 

Our Niamh and Mister Aidan are driving home today. I saw their car on the tablet’s map. 

My goodness, haven’t things come a long way since I was had to learn how to read topographical maps by candlelight. 

Mister Aidan got our Niamh home even before dinnertime. 

But she was very tired. Three or four hours sleep will do that. Or so I have been told.

Mrs. T made fabulous grilled cheese sandwiches for everybody. Which was lovely. 

We went well prepared for an anti-raccoon sweep of the environs, night vision goggles, nets and Sgian Dubh’s at the ready. 

But we were mercifully clear of them tonight. 

Dugal wanted to set claymores, but we reminded her about Mrs. T’s rules about high explosives. 

So we were back in time for dinner. 

Miss Niamh had hers downstairs so she could could fall into bed as soon as she was full.

We three decided to take the evening off and just count our numerous blessings. 

Especially well fitted windows and central heating.