Miss Pancake
Niamh’s friend Miss Rowan came to visit us. When it was nearly my bedtime.
She has been Niamh’s friend for a very very long time.
And her friend Mister Johnny came with her to visit us.
And they did not even have a very nice place to stay. Oh my goodness.
So Niamh told them to stay here. So they did. In Emmet’s lovely bedroom. All night. Ha.
Mister Johnny has two dogs, but they cannot live at the university with him.
So they live with his own parents. Too bad for him.
And this morning when Zita and I were all awake they were too.
But they did not have a tasty breakfast. They only had orange juice.
Because today they have to drive to their very far away university.
Right bedside the ocean.
In their not so very big car.
And it was all filled up with all their things. Oh my goodness.
But when they were gone Zita and I had a very nice walk this morning because it was not so windy today.
Then it was time for me to mind Zita in our office. That is a good job.
When Niamh was all awake again she went to her university so she could be on strike.
Because the university does not pay their new professors enough money.
So they can only eat pastas. And do not have enough money to even put cheese on top. That is not all right.
So Niamh and her friends have big signs are walking right there at the university. Ha.
Craig told her not to get arrested.
So she wore her sunglasses so nobody would know who she was. Oh my goodness.
My friends the Badgers told me not to worry, even if she got arrested by the University’s Goons.
Because they have had lots and lots of experience getting people of of jail.
You just blow a big hole in the wall and everybody runs away to Monaco.
Mister Festis’s friend, from Italy has a very beautiful apartment there.
Where she can see her boat right there, in the harbour.
And Niamh could stay there they said. They were sure.
And we could visit her. Oh my.
But that is too far away for me. Oh my goodness.
Then Zita and I went on a lovely lunchtime walk in the sunshine.
So I did not worry about Niamh going to jail. That was good.
And after my muddy feet bath it was time for my own lunch.
Festis, Furrgus and Dugal
Well upon our return from our early morning duties and the following breakfast we found Mr. T telling Niamh to try to avoid getting arrested.
Oh gracious us.
We discovered that Niamh was off to to join the strike at her university.
Raising the possibility of unlawful arrest.
Ha. Now that is right up the Blackthorn-Badger’s alley.
We have been breaking people out out jail since Flodden.
Now the night the clan broke Kilmont Willy out of the Carlisle goal was epic enough to go down in song.
Not wanting to worry Mr. and Mrs. T we started planning for all eventualities.
Furrgus threw the Balaclavas into the washer, I sent a telegram to Lucia, to confirm the availability of her apartment.
She countered with the suggestion that her cousin’s Castello di Torrechiara was perhaps more secure.
And it has a indoor swimming pool.
Ha. That what friends are for.
Dugal said that he was sure that the last block of C4 was not too old to be effective.
All that being done, we were prepared.
So we subtly broached the subject with Mr. And Mrs T. They were not even slightly worried.
They said it would take a brave security guard to confront Our Niamh.
And that Zita’s great Uncle Joe had made a profession of breaking people out of prison, so she was sure genetics would prevail.
We were amused at these assumptions, so Dugal telephoned “Jacko” Page in Hereford, just in case he needed to call in a favour or two.
We were completely committed to assuring no obstacle would prevent Our Niamh from sleeping in her own bed tonight.
That is where genetics kick in let me tell you.
And this possibility pales compared to our releasing of Cousin Morag from those brigands in the Kalahari.
Now that was an adventure let me tell you.
Miss Pancake
I took Zita on a very nice walk before lunch.
Some people do not say hello to me when we walk by them.
That is not so polite. Not even a bit polite.
Zita says that they are just unhappy people and we should just ignore them.
Maybe they will trip on fall down. Ha.
When we got home I was so tired I almost slept trough my lunchtime.
But my friend Craig was not asleep.
He said he had to be on his toes to make sure my friends the Badgers did not get too adventurous. Oh dear.
I like adventures.
Maybe the Badgers do too. Oh my goodness me.
Then Mister Paul came over for his afternoon coffee and then Niamh came home too.
To get her computer so she could do more homework.
She did not have to go to jail. That is good.
But I think the Badgers are a bit sad. Oh dear.
Furrgus and Festis
We tried not to be too disappointed with Niamh’s uneventful return from her sojourn picketing the university.
As we were rather looking forward to exercising some of our more particular skills, which no doubt are getting a bit rusty.
But it did give the Marchesa the opportunity to reconnect with Festis.
Which all in all was a very good idea.
Mrs. T is starting her exercise regimen tonight so it was an early overdose of hamburgers.
We spent the evening pointedly not reminiscing about lost opportunities.
All is water under the bridge.
Though I have noticed that Dugal has kept his photograph of the Duchessa, carefully preserved in his travelling chest.
Sic Transit Gloria Mundi.
Miss Pancake
After Craig and Zita had their early dinner, I had mine.
Niamh went to dinner at Irene’s with Tarryn.
That is our friends the Badgers favourite place. But they were not there tonight.
They stayed home to have a quiet night.
Maybe they will knit some new warm socks. Maybe.
Then Zita got her brand new fast shoes and went to her exercising class.
I stayed here in my very comfy watching chair so I could mind Craig until she got home.
Maybe we will watch the detective from Scotland again. Now he has a dog.
It is not such a very big dog.
But dogs are always very big helpers. It is known.
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