Day Two Hundred and Fourteen

Miss Pancake 

I had another very busy morning. 

After Zita and I had our breakfasts Niamh and I took her downtown. Again

And today was not even a downtown day. My goodness me.

But we took her downtown anyway. 

Then we went and got Sach so I could do some practice walking with two people. Ha. 

So we walked just around our cars. 

When I was tired they went in the noisy Jeep to have their good morning coffee. I stayed here to mind Craig. 

We looked out the window together and it was a beautiful as could be day today. 

With sunshine everywhere. That is good. The flowers will be very happy too. 

Then Niamh came back so she could say happy happy birthday to her grandma.  She is in Ireland, not here. 

And they talked for a long time, then the fast car had to take Niamh to her shop right away. 

So she would not be late. My goodness me.

Craig and I had breakfast cookies this morning. 

When he had his next coffee. 

Then I got in a little bit of trouble, but just a very little bit, because the hole was not even a bit big. Ha.

Then it was time for my nap. Because I was very busy this morning. 

Furrgus and Festis 

Well when opening the curtains we were greeted by a spectacular morning. Thank goodness.

This week there have been so many rainy days we could have been back in Lochaber, I do say. 

So Festis raised Dugal, and the three of us set forth with a decided spring in our step. 

After a quick neighbourhood sweep we walked up to Bank Street, stooping at the Ichiban for breakfast and to acquire some late night delights.

Tomorrow the King will be officially crowned, amidst the pomp and circumstance and bombast that all expect. 

And wanting to at least watch, we must be awake at some ungodly hour. So we will need a surfeit of sugar to keep us going. 

And that is where the Ichiban played it’s part.

Though I must say it took awhile to make a choice without appearing gourmandish. 

But we settled on several of their torts and a whole cheese cream cake.

Though I must say that the whole coronation event leaves me at least conflicted.

We have, all three of us, served loyally in their Majesties forces.

But ignoring that that for the moment, and especially in light of our current contretemps with Horse Guards, we Blackthorn-Badgers have resided in Scotland since before the Picts arrived. 

Which causes us some angst when it comes to kowtowing to the English establishment.

When we saw the Stone of Scone, or its clever replication, delivered to Westminster, our never quite abated desire for our own regime bubbled to the surface. 

And if there was a pretender, unrelated to that fraud Charlie Stuart, we might have hopes. 

But be that as it may we were well stocked for tonight’s extravaganza. 

Though the inevitable argument about when to move from Scotch to Brandy will distract us no doubt. 

When we got home, shepherding our refreshments all the way, there was only Mr. T and Miss P at home. 

It appeared as if the ladies had scampered off to work. 

Our morning excursion took much longer than expected I do say. 

So we decided that naps were appropriate considering the late night ahead. 

Miss Pancake 

After my lunch Craig made toasts.

But he made them too toasty. One was so toasted that we could not even eat it.

But we put lots of jam on the other one so we could not taste the too toasty bits. 

Then Mister Paul brought croissants to our house. So he could have some with his coffees.

I minded them from right beside Craig, under the dining room table. 

After Mister Paul left, I sat in my own very favourite watching chair and watched all the people outside. 

There were lots of students all walking all together, even on the road. Oh dear. 

But nobody got squished. And lots of them went to our park. 

So they could sit and look at beautiful pond.

I watched them. Nobody fell in. They just talked loudly. Ha. 


Festis and Furrgus 

We had a most enjoyable late afternoon patrol. The weather continued to be beautiful.

So after a bit of poking about for possible intruders we went up to Glebe Central, before the afternoon rush started.

Fortunately they were not out of Scotch Eggs entrées this time, so we ordered a brace, followed by some nice linguine carbonara.

Dugal stuck to his fish and chips, as it was Friday.

We decided to forgo dessert as we did not wish to prejudice our appetites for tonight’s excess.

Dugal insists that we don our various medals, on our housecoats, as we are, as far as we know, still serving members of His Majesty’s armed forces, and propriety must be respected. 

That was a difficult argument to counter, so with some moving of various boxes we finally found them. 

I must say that Dugal’s VC remains understated. 

He insisted that we break open a box of the Duchessa’s 2012 Sagrantino. 

Who knows when we will see another coronation, we might as well make the most of it. 

Though personally I am unsure about that vintage and the Almond Pear Tort. But we shall see, I have no doubt.

Miss Pancake 

Oh my goodness Craig talked to Emmet on his computer and the government says his apartment is all broken and it cannot be fixed. 

Oh goodness gracious me. That is not all right. 

Now he and Miss Alice will have to find their own apartment. 

Maybe beside her hospital. Or maybe not so far away. That would be good. 

I had a nice relax this afternoon. Sometimes I had a nap outside. 

Or on my comfy chair. 

Craig said that I am nearly too big for my chair. That was not a nice thing to say. 

That is my chair. Zita gave it to me. Ha. 

When Niamh came home she brought Zita with her. And Miss Tarryn too. My goodness. A full up car.

And then it was my own dinner time. 

And after everybody had finished their dinner it was time to watch the new program about even more spies. My goodness..