Day Two Hundred and Five

Miss Pancake

Today was our no work on Wednesday day.

So we did not go to work. 

But after our breakfast we went to our farm for some lovely running around.

And some practice walking too. Ha. I got treats for good listening.

It was not a very dry day outside today. 

So I had to have a muddy feet bath when we got back from my running all around.

When we got home Craig was up too. 

He did not have a sleep in this morning. Oh well. 

But he was making his next coffee. That means it was toasts time. 

So we had toasty croissants in the den. 

Because Niamh was still writing her very last examination in the living room. 

And after I helped Craig with the croissants I went right to the living room to keep my friend Niamh company. 

My friend Emmet was very happy that I graduated from my class. I saw it on Craig’s computer. Ha. 

Soon he is going to graduate again.

But this time they will get to have a very funny hat. And a big red dressing gown. My goodness me.

But Miss Doctor Alice was very tired because there were lots and lots of people to fix in her hospital. 

Too many people and not so many doctors. Oh my goodness me. That is not all right. 

I fell fast asleep when I was minding Niamh. Oh well.

Festis and Furrgus 

Well last night when we got home we found a very proud Miss Pancake.

She had graduated from her first class at school with honours and got a Rosette to put on her little house. 

Well that was an event to celebrate. 

Soon everyone will have graduated, well everyone except for Mr. T and the less said about that the better. 

I graduated with a first at Magdalene, Furrgus, well he did graduate, and was only sent down from Kings once.

And that too falls under the less said rubric. 

I often suspected that Morag’s father, being a fellow of Kings, had a hand in the positive resolution of this.

But to this day it all remains opaque, even to Furrgus. 

But the sight of a few score sheep chopping down on the chapel flower garden remains forever stuck in my mind. 

Needless to say he was off to Sandhurst within a week of graduation. So all’s well that ends well. 

Lochlainn and the dogs retrieved the sheep without further incident. 

This morning the weather was not terribly hospitable so we kept our meandering in check.

So we just dropped in to the Ichiban for some chocolate croissants. 

And filled up our thermos with coffee for the walk home. 

Miss Pancake

I minded Zita and Niamh until our lunchtime. 

Craig was just in the den writing and listening to some not so loud music.

I had to remind him about my lunchtime. Oh well. 

He was busy reading Niamh’s very last paper. 

But he stopped to get me my lunch. 

So I was not even a bit hungry when we went to visit my doctor. That was good.

You do not want to have a grumbly tummy when your doctor is listening to you. My goodness no. 

Zita talked to her father and her sister when I had my lunch. 

So I could not help her. Oh well. 

Furrgus and Festis 

On our way home we stopped by our local butcher to pick up a bag of scraps, which we surreptitiously snuck to Miss Pancake on our return.

One has to have graduation presents, don’t you know. 

We noted that yesterday was the anniversary of that Easter uprising. 

While it appears most of Mrs. T’s relatives were involved, we were rather grateful at being preoccupied in the far east at the time.

 

Having been a Ensign in the Royal Inniskillings, it would have been damned near impossible to take sides.

And considering the fruitless efforts of the previous 800 years, one wonders why the Sasanachs remained so bloody minded. 

Did them little good, then as now. 

Though the stories of Mrs. T’s Nana and great aunt Dai smuggling revolvers around under their clothing rang so very true.

What squaddie would dare to ask a lady to raise her skirts. Such are the limitations of decorum. Ahh well. 

Now Dugal was in the subcontinent when the division took place. It still haunts his memory he says. 

The only redeeming point was his success in shepherding Festis’s friend the Maharani of Behar to safety. 

Thus insuring her illustrious political career. 

Proving once again that the Blackthorn-Badger’s social obligations would never be left unpaid. 

Now Dugal did have a talk with Miss Dog about that Italian man who keeps dropping by to give Mrs. T unnecessary presents, under the guise of talking about the garden. 

Miss Poppy had profound suspicions about his intentions. And which the three of us shared. 

So properly briefed Miss Pancake will now look at these visits with the deep scepticism they deserve. 

As will we. Make no mistake about it. 

Our time in Italy has given us a tainted view of Italian men, perhaps equal to our susceptibility to Italian women. Ahhh well. Such is life.

Miss Pancake 

Zita and I went for a long ride to see that nice doctor. But car rides are my favourite. 

Because I can look out the window at everything going very fast. Ha. 

The Doctor told Zita that I am too skinny.

And Craig has to give me more tasty food.

So now I am going to have a before dinnertime dinner and an after dinnertime dinner. Ha. 

That is a good doctor. It is known. 

But because of my see the doctor appointment it was too late to go to my outside class at school. Oh dear. 

My new class is harder than my old class. That is not so good.

When you know everything then, just like that you do not know any of the brand new things. At all. That is not so fair

When we got back home Niamh was still working on her giant exam. Oh dear. 

And then, just like that, she was all finished. 

Now she is all finished her university. Oh my goodness gracious me. 

She was very very happy. Me too. 

So I barked a lot. Ha. 

And then she went to her hopping dance class. Because she had finished all her schoolwork. Ha.

So then Craig and Zita and I did not watch a detective program. 

We watched a dangerous lady spy program instead. Ha.