Day One Hundred and Seventy Six

Miss Pancake 

We got up very early this morning.

So we had time for a very lovely long good morning to the whole world walk. Ha.

And after Zita had her first coffee I had my breakfast. 

Then Niamh was awake too but she went off to write another important story for her university.

I minded Zita while she was at her work. 

But then it was time for me to get Craig all awake. 

So I sat at his door and talked to him until he came out.

Then he had his coffee and I helped him with his too much toast.

Niamh came back home to take the car to Mister Mike’s garage. Before she went to the lovely store. 

They are going to put on the go fast tires. 

Because the too much snow is nearly all gone. Ha. 

Then it was time for my own nap.

But in just a little while Zita came in to the living room, because my friend Niamh was in the newspaper. 

And there was her picture.

Right there on the very first page. 

Because of the strike at her university. Oh my goodness me.

But she was not arrested. That is good. 

So I went back to my nap.

And then it was just the right time for my lunch.

Craig had round toasts for his lunch. They were on the stove. 

So I even brought him one. Right to him in the living room.

But I got in a bit of trouble for that. Oh well. 

But when they were cooked there was no tasty jam on top. 

Because we used all the jam. And we did not have anymore. 

Festis and Furrgus 

Well our young Miss made it on the front page of the newspaper. Probably not the last time I am sure.

We sent the picture to Cousin Morag to confirm to here that we have not fallen into political lethargy over here.

Speaking of which, she has given up any attempt to become leader of the SNP, as they are far too fractious. 

Well it is a party made up of Scots, what could she have expected I do say. 

Probably just as well, what with an influx of puppies at the castle.

Speaking of which, she has decided that as the coupé cannot accommodate her herd, and as the Bentayga is admittedly bit of a beast, she is trading in her coupé on the new shooting brake. 

She attached photographs. Ordered in BRG naturally. 

It is well that she is a substantial investor in the company. 

She has Uncle Dugal’s life long loyalty to the brand to thank for that. 

His Speed Six is still stored away, awaiting a replacement engine. And the Blower is having a new interior fitted. 

In the meantime, as we are conveniently located, shank’s mare has been our choice of transportation. 

And no nasty inquiries from insurance companies. 

Miss Pancake 

I had to help Craig with his other lunch. We had egg roll ups. 

But now they are all gone. Just like the jams. Oh well. 

I had a bit of quiet afternoon resting in my watching chair. 

But then I went in the den and found that wobbly ball. Ha. That is a good toy for me. 

Then Niamh and the car came back home.

Because before dinnertime Zita and Niamh and I went to the brand new class at my school. 

Oh my goodness me. I had forgotten about my school. 

And when we got home it was time for everyone’s dinner too. Ha. 

When I was at school a very big dog barked at me. That was not so nice. 

But I gave him my very fierce bark right back. And he went away. Ha. 

And I was the best coming back dog in my class. 

That is because Zita and Niamh and I always do our homework. Ha. Good for us. 

After dinner we watched the Scotsman detective. 

And I had a lovely sofa nap with my friend Zita.