Day Two Hundred and Eight

Miss Pancake 

After our breakfast the fast car took Zita and I to our farm.

We went right away because Zita’s telephone told her that is was going to be very rainy today.

So we went before the rain could catch us. Ha.

And after a while we went to a different part of the farm. 

And we found a giant hole. The biggest hole I have ever seen. My goodness.

And we went to have a look at it. My goodness me. 

And that is where they are going to build a brand new very very big hospital. 

Because the other hospital is way too old. 

When Craig was very little he was even in that hospital. That is why they need a brand new one. 

And when we saw everything it was time to get in the fast car and go home. 

But first we went to Mister Horton’s store. In our car. 

So Zita could get a box all filled with his donuts. 

But I did not get anything.

When I go with Niamh I always get some tasty treats. 

But I did not get anything today. Oh well. 

And when we got home Craig was still in bed. I told him it was time to get up. 

But he was listening to his book. Too bad for me.

But then Niamh was upstairs and then Craig was there too. 

When Craig made his first coffee I got some Scotsmen’s oat cakes. Just for me. Ha.

And then it was time for Zita and I to drive Niamh to her lovely shop. 

And we had to go there twice.

Because Niamh forgot her strait hair machine. 

Because she is going out right after work tonight. 

I do not know why she needs to have straight hair to go out. Oh well.

When we got home Craig was talking to his breakfast friends on his computer. 

So I had a little beside him nap.

Then at lunchtime Zita went to do some shopping with Susan. 

I stayed here and minded my friend Craig. 

He is very easy to mind. 

So then I went to fast fast asleep. Good for me.

Furrgus and Festis 

We were rather surprised that it was not raining when we awoke. 

The forecast said we should have encountered a downpour. But aside from the clouds it was dry, so we decided to have an very early breakfast.

So after out patrol we went to the Sunset as it was moderately close. 

We decided on the early bird special of bacon and eggs. It comes with a side order of home fries. 

There is something to be said for the traditional fare I must say. Aside from the calories. 

As the rain had still not arrived we rather wondered home, arriving just as Mrs. T and Miss Dog were off delivering you Niamh to her shop. 

So we retired to our morning naps. 

Dugal said that Morag had left several messages. 

But we decided to put a good rest between us and whatever disaster cousin Morag had initiated. 

Miss Pancake  

My goodness me,  our cousins Ciara and Lucy were at their grandparent’s house today. 

And they brought Mister Sully to be a help with the gardening. 

When it is all warm here, I can be the best garden helper for Zita and Niamh too. Ha. That is a good job for me. 

When I woke up there was something strange outside. Maybe a raccoon. 

The other day I saw a one walking right on my street. 

Or maybe one of those smelly skunks. Oh dear me. 

But Craig could not see anything. 

That is because people are not very good minders.

They cannot see as well as I can.

They can not hear as well as I can 

And they can nearly not smell anything at all.

That is why my family has me and the badgers to mind the house. Too bad for them.

Then Zita came home and I was very happy. 

I had an extra lunch today. So I will not be so skinny. That was a tasty idea. 

And then Zita went to the grocery store. 

Because we did not have any milk for fluffy coffees. 

And when she came home Craig and she had an early dinnertime. 

With delicious bacon sandwiches. Ha. 

It was an early dinner because Niamh was not here. 

So then we watched that dangerous spy lady program until the very end.

Festis and Furrgus 

Well Dugal insisted that we play paper, stone and scissors to see who had to call cousin Morag. I lost. 

Fortunately all she wanted was to discuss the preparations for Beltane, including the trip to the Cailleach. 

And she wanted to know which barrels held the whiskey ordinaire. For that evening’s cèilidh.

I told her that the barrels with the broad arrows painted on them were the ones to use. 

Father’s prime barrels are secreted behind the false fireplace in the empty tower. 

But that is nearly a state secret mind you. 

Well after that tet á tet we all let out a sigh of relief. 

Since I had to make the call I had the right to name the restaurant for tonight’s dinner. 

And wanting to make something of this rare opportunity to spend Dugal’s money, I suggested Absinthe. In the west end of the city. 

To my astonishment there was instant and unanimous support. 

So before opinions changed I ordered a taxi and we were off, with nary a goodbye. 

Strike while the iron is hot I thought.