Day Two Hundred and Seven

Miss Pancake 

It was a beautiful day outside when Zita and I woke up. 

I tried to get Craig up too. But he was too lazy. Too bad for him.

Zita and I went outside and practiced my homework, after we had our breakfast.

But then she had to go to her other office downtown. Again. 

So Niamh and I drove her in the fast as can be car. Ha. 

Because it is going to be summer it has go fast tires on. Ha. 

When we got back home I had a huge battle with my squid. And I won. Ha. 

Then Niamh and I practiced good listening. Sometimes that is a hard trick. Oh well.

Then Craig was all awake and when Niamh got all dressed Craig made his coffee and we had round toasts.

The full of holes round toasts. Those are very tasty toasts. 

Then Niamh was as beautiful as could be, so she and the fast car went to her beautiful shop. 

I stayed here so Craig would not get in trouble. 

There are lots and lots of dogs on my street so I have to watch them. 

Or they might forget that this is my corner.  My goodness me. 

Then I had my good morning nap.

On my own comfy chair. 


Furrgus and Festis 

We it was a gorgeous morning, perfect for a good constitutional wonder around the neighbourhood. 

So as Mrs. T and young Pancake practiced their beside her walking, we waved our support, as we went off to find ourselves a breakfast. 

Now accommodating the culinary preoccupations all three of us, Dugal actually roused himself this morning, is sometimes a lengthy process.

But today omelettes were in the forefront of all our minds, so off to The Wild Oat it was. 

And when we got there sticky buns were being pulled steaming from their oven. 

What could we do but succumb to our only far too obvious weakness. 

Though good manners required us to have our cheese and mushroom omelettes before we could test the bakers talents.

Fortunately seeing our dilemma they kept them warm for us. 

By the time we had finished washing down everything with a few cafés au lait, we headed home. Replete. 

We must do something about establishing a bake shop in Acharacle. 

Perhaps the Blackthorn-Badger Trust might be convinced to pry loose some of its sovereigns to support the local economy. 

We will put the notion in Cousin Morag’s ear. 

Nothing she relishes more than a chance to challenge the establishment. 

Ignoring the fact that she is a countess and will inherit one of the great highland estates, if she is not disinherited first that is. Ahh well. 

Miss Pancake 

When I finished my good morning nap Craig said it was my lunch time.

Good thing I woke up or I might have starved away fast asleep. My goodness me.

But I did not. 

And because I am skinny I got a very big lunch. Ha. 

But my friend Craig was a bit sad this afternoon.

Because it was the day a long time ago when his friend Uncle Bill had to go to far away heaven. 

Craig said it was very sad that Bill will not be able to go to Cork when Emmet gets the funny hat. 

But my far away friend Poppy told me that she always goes for together rides with Uncle Bill on his flying motorcycle.

And she told me, that if I remind her she will remind him when it is the very special day. 

Then they can ride down together and watch everything right from their own fluffy cloud. Ha.

That is the very best idea. 

I am not going. Because you have to get on an aeroplane to get to Ireland. 

And I have already been on an aeroplane. Two times. And they are too noisy for me. 

I stayed right in the living room this afternoon. So Craig would not be lonely. 

If you are a bit sad it is nice to have someone with you. Even if they are fast asleep. Like me. 

Festis and Furrgus 

When we returned home from our afternoon’s patrol Craig was just writing up Miss Pancake’s story.

It was a bit of a somber task as he was writing about the anniversary of Bill Blake’s death. 

We only knew the man by his sterling reputation, as Dugal had known him for decades. 

But it was a loss to the entire family, he being young Emmet’s godfather and all. 

And we heard that he used to ferry Niamh to her ballet classes in that gigantic truck of his. My goodness. 

Apparently he has a dedicated suite of rooms in Miss Poppy’s castle. As is only fitting we must say. 

Now it occurs to us that there must be quite a few of departed Blackthorn-Badgers who might be looking for some comfortable digs.

We should probably talk to uncle, he being the one with the second sight and all. 

We thought it best to leave Mr. T alone with his thoughts and Miss P, so we went up to Lansdowne as the outside patio’s were open.

And the place was almost deserted as it was but mid afternoon on a Friday. 

So we ordered up some plates of nachos, and tried a few local ciders. 

Now a few platters of spicy nachos could put to rights a cold afternoon in Glenfinnan. 

Sad to say that the local tastes run more to a nice fry up. Oh well.

Miss Pancake 

When Zita got home we went right outside and practiced our polite walking. 

And we did it for a very long time. I was very very good. Zita told me so. 

Then I minded Craig.

Because Zita went to visit Professor Jill.

This afternoon Miss Amy, her very old very little dog had to go to the very far away heaven to be with her other old dogs. . 

But her other dogs were nearly very big. They used to go for walks with our Poppy. 

They were from way up north dogs. And they were very very furry. Oh goodness me.

So Zita went to help her be sad. Oh dear. 

This is a bit of a too sad day. 

But because she did not get home until late Mister Tony brought us a tasty pizza.

So we were all full up when it was time to watch our television program. Ha.