Day One Hundred and Ninety Seven

It was not raining today. But it was not warm at all. 

But when we drove Niamh to her university to write lots of lots of important stories we did not go home.

Instead we went straight to our farm so I could run around and show Zita what a very fast dog I am. Ha.

There were lots of other dogs there today with their own people. Ha.

And we looked in the houses all filled with very very beautiful flowers. 

We could see right inside because all the walls are not walls at all. 

They are really just big windows. My goodness me. 

Then we ran around some more.

But it was so cold that Zita had to wear her comfy warm gloves so we came home.

And when we got home it was time to go to work. Oh well. 

When Craig got up he made his coffee right away. And he made his toasts right away too. 

That was a good idea.

He made two full of holes toasts. And I got two bits. And then I licked the plate clean too. Ha. 

Then I watched out my watching window because Craig was very busy reading Niamh’s new story. 

But when he had his another coffee he had those oatmeal cookies. 

And they were the special cookies from the giant box that Mister Santa brought him at Christmas time. 

And they are all wrapped up in little packages just right for next breakfasts. Ha, those are tasty cookies. 

Then I had my morning nap. Because tonight is my school night.

And you cannot be too tired when you go to school. It is known. 

Festis and Furrgus 

We were awakened by the incessant ringing of Dugal’s telephone. At some ungodly hour. 

It was Cousin Morag. In a rage. 

An incandescent rage. 

A not so wholesome rage. 

Apparently since she removed herself from contention for the leadership of the SNP the party has been beset by scoundrels. 

People have been arrested. Scads of money has gone missing. 

The phrase “hell in a handcart” was repeatedly used. The Daily Mail was involved. 

(The SNP is the Scottish National Party for those of you who do not subscribe to the Scotsman) 

Good lord almighty. 

And she wanted our advice. 

Well my initial suggestion was that we should all go back to sleep was on the tip of my tongue before self preservation intervened. 

Dugal calmly asked had she got her deposit back from the party yet? 

And perhaps our Edinburgh lawyers might be the best resource at the moment. 

She cursed herself for not thinking of that and said to call her this evening. 

As she and the dogs will be ensconced in her own suite at the Balmoral. 

Lord help them. 

Because of this interruption we almost missed the first sitting at the Wild Oat. 

Fortunately they had kept our favourite table open for us. 

We had omelettes a double side orders of home fries, and a few cinnamon buns. 

We put it on Morag’s notional tab. 

Miss Pancake 

We were busy with our rascal ladies work all afternoon. 

Craig turned on the windy floors machine on. So everybody would not be cold. 

I was not even a bit cold because I am beautifully furry. Ha. 

But when our work was over it was raining all the time. And it was time for me to go to school.

So Zita carried me to the car so I would not be all soggy inside our nice dry and warm car. Ha, 

But there was a crashed car on our road and we were late for school.

But Zita told my teacher it was not my fault. So everything was still fine. 

When school was over we went to the university and brought my friend Niamh home. 

So she would not keep writing until she starved all away. 

Sometimes I nearly starve when Craig forgets when it is my lunchtime. Too bad for me. 

But Niamh and Tarryn got hamburgers from Mr. McDonald’s store. 

And that is what everybody had for their dinnertime. And chips too. 

Then Zita was very busy reading Niamh’s giant story. 

And then we watched just a little bit of our detective program. 

That was good.