Day One Hundred

We had a touch of snow overnight. 

Not enough to stop any activity, just enough to pay attention while walking around. 

As we got ready for the early morning patrol Mrs. T was awake also.

She was taking her car to Mike’s Garage because it was making a funny noise. My goodness me.

Then she walked to her downtown office. 

After we throughly scoured our block we marched up to Bank Street. 

After some discussion about where to breakfast we decided that to reduce the time spent shivering on the corner to just go to Little Victories.

They had muffins on the menu today. 

And as we sat there they filled their counters with a fresh batch of cookies.

These were too beautiful to eat right away so we took a small bag to sustain us on the trip home. 

When we arrived Mr. T was finishing his espresso and Miss Niamh was about to walk over to her university. 

We noticed that her lovely pasta making machine was back home. 

That bodes well for dinnertime I do say. 

She bought a little medal for Miss Pancake’s new collar. 

It has her name and address on it. That is a good idea.

But Zita says things are getting very complicated with the airports. Oh my goodness. 

We alway carry ID in case of some minor misunderstandings with officialdom. 

We have found that having a choice of several IDs is always handy, and prevents tiresome references to the Official Secrets Act. 

After finishing those cookies a nice nap seemed appropriate. So we all retired for a quick bit of shuteye. 

When we roused ourselves the weather had improved as the sun was out.

Which always improves one’s view of life. 

Thus motivated my brother and I strolled through the neighbourhood and then over to Whole Foods.

After a bit of a wonder we picked up a brace of cherry danishes for our tea.

We got enough to share naturally. 

Lochlainn messaged Dugal to say the snow tyres have arrived. Thank goodness. 

He promised to have the garage in Acharacle install them tomorrow. 

When Zita got home it was just in time for dinner. 

But Niamh was at our own Irene’s pub for her dinner.

Because she and her friends have a team and had entered the weekly trivia tournament.

So we will not be dropping in tonight, to avoid embarrassing her, should we be asked to sing.