Day One Hundred and Six

Furrgus 

Well it was another very sunny day today. 

And it was not too cold, so as we needed some fresh air, not to mention the exercise, after morning patrol we went directly to the Sunshine.

On our way we noticed that the second pond was being cleared of snow.

So the neighbourhood youngsters can skate to their hearts content. Or their toes freeze.

And this time we ordered omelettes with large chopped, rather than pan fried potatoes. 

Just so we do not fall into unsustainable habits. 

When we got home Zita was already knee deep in meetings and Niamh was getting a presentation together.

We left them to it and had our digestive nap. 

When Craig finally got up it was just in time for a Peach Cobbler lunch. Great timing on his part. 

After lunch Niamh left to do some no doubt crucial errands and Zita went back to continuous meeting number three.

And when she was not in meetings she was talking to the dog travel agency. 

To make sure Miss Pancake gets here as snug as a bug in a rug, as Nanny used to say. 

Craig returned to the den to read about stereo equipment that no sane person could afford. 

Though considering the annual bills on the restoration of Dugal’s Bentley I guess we should be more forgiving. 

And it is still several years away from completion. 

And it will not even have a top, nor a real windscreen. 

Just the thing for driving around rainy windswept Mull. Oh well. 

It is his money. 

After we were sufficiently awake all three of us ventured forth to do a through scrub of the neighbourhood. 

As it was still a glorious sunny day we decided to stretch our repitoire, this morning’s potatoes being such a success.

So we went down Percy Street, to avoid the snow clearing spectacular, and then up Second Avenue.

So we could reach Raman Isshin without ending chopped up, by one of the monster snow blower trucks.

Miss Poppy was well within reason to completely distrust them and their noisy companions let me tell you. 

But as Dugal says there is nothing like a full bowl of delicious noodles on a cold day. 

So we sat ourselves down with some relish.

Unfortunately such tasty establishments have not yet penetrated Lochaber, a curry takeout being deemed a bit too exotic. 

So being replete, the trip home was more of a meander than a march. 

On reviewing our calendar we noted that tomorrow Zita’s father is getting a brand new hip. 

We all feel that is a good idea. 

Better than Auntie Elspeth’s wooden leg let me tell you. 

On the other hand it did do double duty as a holster for her short barreled Webley. 

All her dresses had open pockets allowing her to reach it on a moments notice. 

Because of which she was banned by at least two casinos in Biarritz. 

Though to her credit no lasting damage was caused. 

And the family lawyers took care of the fallout. As usual. 

But we are sure Zita will keep us updated on her father’s progress over there. 

It was nearly dark when Zita finally finished her meeting, but the snow removal was still underway.

So we wisely deferred the dinnertime patrol. 

As Niamh was off looking for a new and improved telephone, Craig and Zita had chips and eggs with sausages for dinner. 

We did not join them as we had rather over done the ramen, and were struggling with adjusting our belts. 

But as soon as dinner was over Zita had another work meeting to go to. My goodness gracious. 

As it was a long day, we were all happy to sit down with Sunday Times crossword before nodding off. 

And I expect tomorrow to be another long day also. 

What with the Dublin operation, and the first stage of Miss Pancake’s flight home on the very same day. 

Separated by distance but not concern. 

Well, no rest for the wicked as has been said.