Long before we looked out the window, we could hear the ice beating again the glass.
And before we could say a word, Mrs. T canceled morning patrol.
She said that she was not having any more broken legs or hips in her family.
And we, knowing what is good for us, immediately went to the kitchen and made some porridge to fry.
Miss P ventured forth to sniff the neighbourhood winds and came back coved in ice.
But she did not seem to mind. Strong willed, like all the women in the family.
Thank goodness we had stockpiled a good selection of pastries for occasions such as this.
Miss Pancake
My goodness me. When I came back in from my side yard I was an ice dog.
And it took two towels to make me dry.
And then Zita drove Niamh to her studying place.
Because it was way too slippy to walk.
And our car does not have the do not get stuck tires on anymore. Oh my goodness.
And everything is all coved in shiny ice. Even the trees.
But I got Craig wide awake this morning. That is a good job.
A night I get up on the bed and give him lots of kisses.
He cannot go to fast fast asleep if I do not give him kisses.
My friend Cara called here at lunchtime.
Because she could not get into her car.
Because of all the ice.
And today Mister Disney had an appointment to see his nice doctor.
So Zita drove them to his hospital. It was not my own Dr. Smith’s hospital. It is a different one.
But when she was away, there were loud loud noises here. Right outside. And in the sky too.
It was thundering everywhere. Craig told me so.
I never heard thunder before.
So we went in the kitchen where we were safe.
And Craig made two brand new bread toasts. And it was very crunchy toasts.
That is my favourite kind of toasts.
Zita was only gone for a very little while. Then she was back here.
So I had my afternoon nap. On my watching chair.
Zita’s mother is in the other hospital and she has her very own old friend with her.
And it is a bear. But is is not such a fierce bear.
Festis and Furrus
Our lunchtime nap was disrupted by, of all things, a thunderstorm, with lightning. In March.
Our young Miss P had never heard thunder before and was not in the least concerned, as she waited for the toast crusts.
Mrs. T went outside to get rid of the slush that was everywhere now that the temperature had risen.
When she came in Miss P absconded with one of her shoes. This is her Party Trick.
But she can no longer hide behind the chairs, as she has outgrown her favourite hiding spots. Such are the trials of growing up.
So the shoe was quickly retrieved. And Miss P,returned to her preferred roost.
With the thunder gone we too returned to a most welcome nap.
Miss Pancake
I was fast asleep, when just like that everything stopped. The music machines stopped and the computers stopped.
Because something broke. Oh my goodness me.
Zita said this was because of the all over everything ice. My goodness.
And nobody knows when it will be all fixed. Oh my goodness. I do not like that idea.
And Kathy’s very big tree broke.
And lots of it are lying right on her street.
And now her street is closed. Oh my goodness. That is not all right.
She does not have any electricity either.
So we had candles at dinner time. Like a castle.
And Zita cooked sausages on our outside stove.
But then it was just all dark. Even inside.
So we went to our bed with our very warm duvets. Ha.
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