Niamh and I stayed up until late last night.
We watched her detective program right in her big comfy bed.
Then we were so tired I went to my own comfy box and went to fast fast asleep. Until it was morning time.
Then we went upstairs so I could smell the wind for my friends the badgers.
And after my breakfast we went in the den so Niamh could write even more of her story.
And I minded her.
When Craig was fast awake he made his very first coffee and he had a toasty bagel.
I have never had a bagel before. So it was a surprise treat for me. Ha.
Then Niamh went downstairs to listen to her university professor so I went downstairs with her.
But I went to fast asleep right away. So I did not even learn one new thing. Oh well.
Niamh did not have to go to the Three Trees store until later today.
Because of her university work.
When she went to work I finished my good morning nap.
But then my friend Craig had to get me all awake. Because it was my lunchtime.
And I nearly slept through it. Oh my goodness me.
After my lunch and Craig’s lunch we played rope.
Then it was time for my afternoon nap with my friend Cowie.
Festis and Furrgus
It was yet another beautiful sunny day today. Another harbinger of a most welcome spring I hope.
It was a quiet night all round.
We have resumed our Mahjong tournament. So the cream bun supplies were in danger of collapse.
This required immediate attention this morning.
So after morning patrol we went up to Bank Street and as The Ichiban Bakery was not yet open we dropped in to the Wild Oat for an omelette or two.
When the bakery had their wares all ready we traipsed over and filled Dugal’s knapsack to the brim.
That rather improved his disposition, he having been soundly trounced by Furrgus’s deft playing last night.
Mrs. T is still in Ireland fighting the good fight.
The magic map told Dugal that she was out shopping. Probably getting treats for her mother.
Hospitals are notoriously devoid of dessert carts, so you really have to bring your own.
Even if that requires a bit of spontaneous smuggling.
Thank Goodness the Maharani’s hospital had it’s own in house pâtisserie.
Now our young Emmet is giving another exposition of their finds while exploring nearly incomprehensible old Irish texts.
This time to the Ladies League of his university, as I understand.
All of this reminds me of how long it has been since I was up reading Greek at Kings.
All in all I would have been better served by Pashto or Turkic. But who was to know.
My brother went over to Saint Andrew’s so as to become an engineer.
It took years before anything at the castle worked properly after his visits. Again who was to know.
Though Jutland might have been a complete disaster, without his final disposition of remaining damned Battlecruisers.
Beatty and Jellicoe, a quite useless waste of gold braid. In my opinion anyway.
Miss Pancake
I had a very nice quiet afternoon minding my friend Craig.
Sometimes I was looking out my watching window.
And sometime a bit asleep on my comfy bed.
Because there was nothing so very interesting happening on my corners today. Oh well.
Craig was reading Niamh’s new story, so it would be as beautiful as could be.
Because he learned how write at a school in England.
That is why he writes all my words for me. And for all the badgers too. Even Colonel Dugal.
Because sometimes people cannot understand them when they get excited.
Because sometimes they have way too much Scottish accents.
So he writes their words too.
But he told me he leaves out the parts that might interest any far away lawyers, or governments. That is a good idea.
I even had a little outside nap, but then I was cold and came back in.
Niamh did not have to stay late at the lovely store tonight.
And when she came home my friend Tarryn was with her.
Niamh is going out tonight so I have to mind Tarryn until she gets home. Oh my goodness.
Now I will have a busy night. Oh well.
Because I have to mind Craig too. At the same time. Oh dear.
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