Day Two Hundred and Three

Miss Pancake

It was time for everyone to go to work today. 

Because it was not so very nice outside this morning we did not go for a good morning walk.

We had our breakfast in the living room and looked out the windows instead.

Then it was time for Rascal Ladies work. 

Craig did not have a nice sleep in this morning.

But when he made his very first coffee he put a croissant in the oven. 

So we could have a toasty croissant for our breakfast.

Then we played tug the rope for a long time. But then I had to help Niamh. 

Because she was writing a do it in your own house exam. In our living room. 

Those are good exams. 

Because you can have tasty treats whenever you want. And have your own favourite coffee cup. Ha. 

Then Craig was very busy too. 

Because he was reading Niamh’s story. To make sure it was beautiful.

And then it was lunchtime.

But before I had my lunch Zita and I went to our favourite farm. 

In the car. That was a very good idea.

It was only a bit rainy. 

But Zita told me that we would not melt. So I did not mind. 

Dugal and Festis and Furrgus 

Surprisingly we made it home at a respectable hour last night.

We had spent the afternoon and evening celebrating Tartan Day.

Though I must say, not one of us had ever heard of Tartan Day. 

It was only when Dugal received an invitation from The Son’s of Scotland that we were alerted to it’s existence.

And to be quite honest Dugal could not even remember joining the organization. 

But they advertised the appearance of massed pipes and drums, so how could we not attend. 

Parliament Hill was chock a block with kilts, some of questionable origin or fit. 

But there was no questioning the enthusiasm present I do say. 

And the quality of the music was more than respectable I do say. 

Later many of us then ventured over to the Cameron Highlanders armoury. 

We were gratified to find that there were tables upon tables of food and some rather dubious Scots memorabilia. 

Dugal told us not to wear our dress uniforms or our medals. 

As it would invite the most uncomfortable and rather unanswerable questions about our longevity.

As we have often been told, Horse Guards has a long and complicated relationship with the Blackthorn-Badgers. 

So the advice was to let sleeping dogs lay.

Speaking of dogs there was a young lady offering Scottish dog treats for sale. 

And the selection included Haggis Crunchy treats. Good Lord on High. 

Dugal forbid us from buying any, as it would only spoil Miss Pancake from ever from appreciating the more tasting common treats.

And he told us not to mention this concoction to either cook or Morag, as the potential for a long term dispute was inevitable. We agreed. 

After socializing for a while we toured the Regimental Museum, where Dugal was asked to sign their bass drum. 

In recognition of his efforts with them in the Falaise Gap. 

When we left the Regimental band played the Piobearached O’Donald Dubh and Dugal took the salute. 

Which was a lovely gesture I must say.

Miss Pancake 

Zita and I had the very best time ever at our farm. There were wonderful puddles everywhere. My goodness me.

And Zita was right. We did not melt even a bit.

And when we got home I had a muddy feet bath and when I got out of the bathroom Craig had my lunch ready for me. 

Then it was time to go back to work minding Niamh in the living room. 

She was writing a new exam all about people she did not like. Even a little bit. My goodness. 

She should find a better exam. 

Our friend Tara is still in a very very far away place. 

And it is very very old. They even had Romans there. 

But not any more. Now it is just people. . 

She is there so she can practice her another language. And have very very tasty food. 

When she comes home she always makes us dinner, with lots and lots of food we never had before. The badgers told me so.

My goodness what a treat that is.

Maybe I will be invited to that party. That would be a very nice idea. I would try that food.

Because I really like food. It is true. 

Thought we were going to have an early dinner tonight.

Because tonight is Zita’s lots of exercises class. But she forgot.

When Craig reminded her she was already making that very delicious make it yourself Mexican food. 

Oh well. 

Tarryn came for a visit so she did not starve either. But she stole my watching chair. 

I did not care because I was in the kitchen helping Zita. Ha. Good for me.