Day Two Hundred and Two

Miss Pancake 

We only had a very little sleep in this morning. 

And after breakfast Zita talked to her mother and I watched everything outside. From my comfy chair.

Then Niamh was awake too, but she went off to study for her exams. 

And when Craig was up Zita had a squeaky shower and Craig and I had a croissant for our breakfast. 

Then Zita started to make my especially delicious treats. My goodness that is a good idea. 

Now the kitchen smells just like my treats. Goodness gracious me. 

And then Zita talked to her father. He is in Ireland too. He is making tomatoes today. In their garden. 

My friend Emmet is in Ireland. And I saw a picture of them in an important meeting. 

Emmet’s Mister Professor John was telling everybody a new story. 

But I could only see the back of Emmet’s head. And it is very furry. Just like mine. Ha.

We did not go out for a walk this morning. Because we were very busy doing important things.

So we had a very nice relax. 

Festis and Furrgus 

We were awakened by the unmistakable sound of a Ferrari in front of the house. 

Apparently it resides around the corner.

A bit optimistic taking it out before May. In our opinion. 

But since we were awake we decided to forgo our Sunday morning sleep in and we all wondered over to the Oatmeal restaurant for breakfast. 

One has to keep in touch with one’s heritage you know. 

And to our delight they are now offering a multitude of scones to augment the porridge. 

So we filled a small sack to supplement our emergency supplies. 

One should never let the opportunity to add to your supply of scones. 

And I know what I am talking about. 

One long week in Tobruk, some Australian lads and I had to exist on stale dates and fourth rate Chianti. 

Miss Pancake 

After lunchtime Zita went outside and got a bunch of very big pieces. 

And when she was finished there was a very big swing on our patio. 

In the summertime we can sit on it and not get hot. Because it has a roof. Ha.

Then she needed me outside so I could mind her. 

And practice my best beside her walking.

I think a nasty bug bit my leg. 

Because it was very itchy. But then it was not. Oh well. 

When Niamh came home Craig and Zita went for a walk. Together.

I did not that Craig could go right on the road. Just like a car. But not so loud.

I do not think the go fast chair should go on the road. 

It is not so big and maybe it will get squished. And Craig too. Oh my goodness me. 

I stayed here so I could mind my friend Niamh while she was studying.

When Craig and Zita came home Zita and Niamh went to Tarryn’s house with a lot of clothes to trade with other ladies. 

Craig and I stayed here for a relax. 

Furrgus and Festis 

It being the designated day of rest we did.

Dugal continued to translate the Iliad into Gaelic while Festis copied Mrs. T ‘s recipe for Miss P’s treats. 

He will send it to cook to give her some leverage with Cousin Morag. 

I attempted to find the latest exploration of the cause of the First World War the least bit involving. 

You would think they would call up our second great cousin, Hortencia.

 She was there, in the Kaiser’s great brick of a palace, monitoring his deadly shenanigans. 

For the Foreign Office of course. 

Her diary is still sequestered under a 150 year embargo. 

Who wants to return all that Imperial Russian gold anyway? 

Miss Pancake 

I was in my watching chair when Zita and Niamh got home.

And they had big bags of nearly brand new clothes. Oh my goodness. 

But it was dinnertime so they could not show me any.

But our outside oven was all full up again so could have delicious fat hamburgers for dinner. 

Then Craig spilled all my food all over the kitchen. 

But I was a very good listener and I waited until it was all in my bowl. So I got a special treat. 

Then it was just the right time for us to watch the detective program.