Day One Hundred and Twenty

Furrgus  

Well last night, after Niamh and her copilot had delivered everyone to their respective homes they returned and everyone went to sleep.

We, after a quick game of Monopoly, girded ourselves and did our 2 am reconnoiter.

It was a rather quick one, as we knew there was Niamh’s tortellini and sausage soup awaiting us when we got home. 

Uncle Dugal had even set the table and borrowed some fine wine from the refrigerator, so we made a night of it.

It had spicy Italian sausages this time, and it warmed our toes as well as our hearts. 

This morning we rather postponed morning patrol and just attended to our far flung social responsibilities.

Cousin Morag sent a box of cheques to be signed. 

Buying council members is more expensive than I remembered. 

And the cost of running fibre optics to the island would blind a duck. My goodness. 

But the value of our hoard of Krugerrands has remained solid so we were not worried.

But Niamh and Miss Pancake were in fine form and were just relaxing when that ever dangerous squid made its move. 

And Miss P sprung to life. 

And intercepted it before any lasting damage could be done.

And after a series of furious encounters the squid was defeated and Niamh’s full time protector fell asleep. 

With the house well under control we set out for the noon patrol.

As we finished our patrol the evidence of the latest snowfall was everywhere.

So to revive our spirits we went up to The Wild Oat for our lunch.

Thank goodness our timing was impeccable as the raisin cinnamon bread had only just emerged from the oven.

We snapped up a loaf each, and one for the house. 

When we finally made it home Niamh was working at the dining room table and Miss Pancake was fast asleep at her feet. 

Craig was on his third espresso in the den listening to a book. 

We almost made a terrible error today, as it is International Croissant Day and we nearly went a whole day without even one. 

So we immediately rushed to Whole Foods in order to restock the supplies. Thank goodness.

When we got home Kathy was here. And she had the most amazing Christmas present for Craig.

It was just a bit late, as it had to come from Sweden. 

And it was a beautiful plate, an especially for morning toast plate. 

And it had a Bouviers on it. My goodness. 

Just think of it, covered in toast, wouldn’t Miss Poppy have been pleased. My goodness.

Kathy said Miss Tara found it. My goodness gracious. What a perfect present.

After she left it was dinner time.

Now thank goodness we had a very conservative approach to the soup late night.

Because Craig and Niamh had the rest of it for their dinner.

As they were having dinner we overheard the news that Zita will be flying home from Dublin tomorrow.

My goodness, tomorrow it will be all hands on desk to get the house presentable. 

Good thing we are all booked tomorrow.