Day One Hundred and Twenty Seven

It was an early rising day for one and all.

We stuck a toe or two outside and regretted it. 

So we bundled ourselves up and exited as Zita and Niamh were preparing themselves for a busy day.

Niamh went off to the university even before she went to work and Zita walked to her downtown office. 

Miss Pancake was not impressed by everybody leaving, and after expressing her annoyance decided to have her nap early today.

So when we returned from breakfast she was fast asleep and Craig was on his second espresso. 

As we were a bit tired from our all night Monopoly marathon we too retired for an extended nap. 

Craig’s friend Mister Kirk is still in Rome, hiding from our weather one suspects. 

And judging from his photographs the weather there is quite salutatory I must say.

I have not been there in decades. A bit busy for me. 

We always stay at the Duchessa’s rual estate up in Piedmont. 

Her family has been continuously grateful for Dugal rescuing them from the unpleasantries in ‘45

Personally we two feel that her grandmother’s particular gratitude was more than sufficient. 

Though her husband might not have agreed. 

But as Dugal shot him as a traitor it was all rather moot. 

Anyway their hospitality has been unstinting. 

And the annual shipment from their vineyards has been most welcome. 

That Miss Pancake was so tuckered out that she slept most of the morning. 

That much growing takes a lot of energy. 

But she woke up instantly at the sound of her lunch being put in her bowl, I must say. 

After lunch Craig and she went outside, but Craig only stayed until he got too cold.

Miss Pancake stayed out until she was covered in ice. And had to stay in the kitchen and dry off.

We decided that the footing was too treacherous to go far.

So we just did a quick tour of the perimeter before returning to a nice nap.

Miss P followed our example and went fast asleep until Zita got home.

But she was so excited that she got in trouble for jumping up right on Zita and the sofa. My goodness. 

Such is the life of a puppy I guess. 

When Niamh got home Miss Tarry accompanied her. So we had a full table for dinner. 

We agreed to reinstate our book club as we are quite Monopolied out. 

Now to agree on a book.