Oh my goodness me. When we got awake still nothing in my house was working.
Even at Cara and Lee’s house too. That is not all right.
So right away Zita and I got in the car to get it all filled up with the smelly gasoline.
And the car was nice and warm.
Then Zita and I took Niamh to her nice university. Everything still worked there.
And then we came home again and Craig was all awake.
And he had a very fat warm shirt on.
Then Zita went to Mister Kettleman’s store to get a delicious warm breakfast and some coffee.
What a day. What a day. I have already been very very busy being a big help.
Furrgus and Festis
We arose to blackness.
Unfortunately the storm had rather ravaged the neighbourhood.
Trees are down on nearly every street, and live electricity wires are dangling overhead.
So we were very careful when we set out. We made sure we all wore thick rubber soled boots.
Bank street was complete chaos. And there were lineups at every decent restaurant.
Fortunately, and thanks to Uncle Dugal’s charm and largess, Little Victories let us in the rear door.
We had almost finished breakfast when we saw Mrs. T about to arrive, looking for breakfast to take home..
Festis was quick off the mark, and placed himself so as to completely obscure the shelves of pastries
A flowing kilt has many unsuspected uses.
So when Mrs. T had received her coffees and went over to say hello to Festis, he twirled around revealing the last two croissants in the Glebe.
She was ever so thankful and said she would overlook the clatter that the Mahjong tiles make late at night.
Croissants being in such demand today, we thought it best to accompany her home, lest ruffians were tempted.
Miss Pancake
Well it was very exciting today. There was not even a bit of music in the house.
And our fast coffee machine does not work without the electricity.
And nobody has any.
And you cannot go to a nice store and buy a box of it. That is silly.
When Zita got home my friends the badgers were with her.
They were protecting Craig and Zita’s breakfast croissants. Just in case.
When Zita went to Mister Kettleman’s it was all closed so she went to the Little store.
And the Badgers were there having their own breakfast.
Because that is their favourite good morning world restaurant. And they saved her the last croissants. Ha.
Then Zita talked to Auntie Eileen all about their mother’s hospital.
Then it was time for Zita and me to get Niamh from her university.
But Niamh was a bit sad, because this was her very last class with her most very favourite Professor. Oh dear.
Then we went to a store that still worked, and we got special hot sandwiches.
And they had turkeys, and ham and lots of cheese right in them.
They were Italian sandwiches.
And when we got home Craig gave me a crunchy bit. And there was cheese on it too. Ha.
But he ate it in the den. Not the dinning room.
Because the den is not so cold as the other parts of the house.
Because we did not have even one box of electricity in our house.
So our warm wind furnace will not work. Oh my goodness.
I am not even a bit cold. Because I am very furry.
But Craig put the very warm Scotsman’s blanket on top on his go fast chair. To keep him warm.
He said it makes him feel old. That is silly.
Because he is old. I am not so old at all. Too bad for him.
Then Zita came in the den to work. And she is doing all her work on her telephone.
Because not even one of our lots of computers work.
But now everybody is in the den so I can mind them all in one place. And have a nap too.
At lunchtime Niamh had to go to that coffee shop, to watch her class, because of the not any electricity here. Oh my goodness.
Furrgus and Festis
On returning home we put on our Philabegs and our Mariano socks and settled in for the duration.
Near to lunchtime Mrs. T and Miss Dog went to collect Our Niamh at the university.
And upon returning we discovered that they had bought Panini sandwiches.
And they were from our favoured porridge restaurant.
As it was on the far side of the canal it had power. Which was fortunate.
What a coincidence, Mrs. T at our Little Victories and Oatmeal Café all in the same day.
We overheard a conversation with Zita and her sister about the lack of a decent wine at their mother’s hospital.
Now when the Dowager Duchess was denied her nightly fill up of scotch at her retirement home her son sent out the Fiery Cross.
Within hours 800 sleepy and very very annoyed clansmen sacked the place.
And placed her Grace in the old castle at Glen Gyle, where she remained under the watchful care of Lochlainn’s great grandmother until the end.
Dugal’s inheritance included her cellar of single malts.
Perhaps we should pass on a copy of the clans history to Mrs. T for inspiration.
Not that we are suggesting that one might do something like that.
But remember Admiral Byng’s execution “To encourage the others…” preceded victorious Trafalgar. Just saying.
Miss Pancake
Before dinnertime Niamh and Mister Aidan went for a lovely drive. They even had tasty treats at a restaurant. Ha.
When they were gone I took Zita for walk. We were very careful and did not step on any wires at all.
So we did not get all killed..
Because those wires have lots electricity in them.
But Zita said that you cannot take one home for yourself. Oh well.
When Niamh came home Zita went Mister McDonald’s and we had dinner in warm den.
Craig gave some of his way too many chips.
And then just like that everything was working again. That was good.
And everyone was very happy. Me too.
I am alway happy when my family is happy.
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