Day Two Hundred and Thirty Seven

Miss Pancake

We had a very little sleep in today.

But after breakfast we went to the farm. But we could not get there today.

Because all our roads were closed.

And there were lots and lots and lots of people running on the roads.

So we could not get to our farm. And we drove all over. Oh dear.

So we came home and practiced our homework on my street instead. That was not so much fun.

It was a beautiful day today with all the time sunshine. 

But it got too hot for Craig, so he put the cold air machine on. 

And then Craig and Zita and I had out toasts in our side yard. 

So I minded them there. 

And I got some toast too. 

Then Tarryn came over to tidy everything up from our sell everything day. 

And she and Zita and Niamh went outside to do some important gardening. 

They are going to put the new bushes in the garden.

But they had to find just the very right places for them. 

And Zita put the big no sunshine umbrella up. So she would not get all burned up.

I went out too and I was a very good helper. 

But I ate a bit of some plant and then I had a sick tummy. 

So I had to go inside and take care of Craig. 

That is not so much fun as gardening. 

But I watched all the gardeners from my watching window. 

When I was feeling all better I had my lunch. 

Festis and Furrgus 

Well the household survived The Great Glebe Garage Sale. 

Young Niamh and Miss Tarryn made scads of money, which considering their state of perpetual penury, was quite welcome.

This was also the weekend dedicated to the local marathon. 

So many of the local streets were closed for the race. 

So after the morning patrol we brunched, as they say, on Nicastro’s patio. 

It being as far from the runners as was possible and remain local. 

But I do say those lads know how to make a sandwich or two. 

But having to decide amongst 12 choices of cheese and 8 kinds of Italian cold cuts was too much.

So we threw ourselves on the good taste of the staff. 

Which is usually the most elegant solution in such cases. 

As you may well imagine we were not disappointed, so much so we ordered seconds. 

And washed it down with San Pellegrino lemonade.

We had a decidedly continental brunch I do say. 

By then the temperature had started to rise and we made it home to air conditioned comfort just as the ladies came in from their gardening. 

We retired to our posts for our afternoon naps. 

Miss Pancake 

I went outside into my side yard after my lunch. But it was too hot for me. 

And then Zita went to see Craig’s mother at her little apartment before her dinnertime.

And Niamh and Tarryn took nearly all the extra stuff to the lovely shop in the fast car. 

I stayed here so I could keep Craig company.

And we had a very nice croissant for lunch. 

I got some too. 

Because I was a very good waiter today.

When Zita came home we got the very comfy pillows for our outside swing. 

Then we put them right there on the our swing.  

But I stayed in the house because it was too hot for a very furry dog like me. Oh well. 

Zita put brand new water in our bathtub for little birds. 

Because it is very hot for them too. 

Zita went out to dig holes for our new plants. But she fell fast asleep on our comfy swing. 

She should have asked me to be her helper. 

Then the holes would have been all done when she was still asleep. 

Oh well. 

When Niamh and Tarryn came home they said that they had been struck by an inspiration.

But inspiration does not hurt. That is good. 

But then they got lots of things to make a very delicious dinner. 

The inspiration told them what to get. 

So then everybody was in the kitchen. Even me. But not Craig. Too bad for him.

So everybody had black chicken. 

And it was not even cooked too much. It was cooked just right. On our outside stove. My goodness that is a good trick. 

Maybe it was magic. Maybe. 

If you do not know why things happen it is because it is magic. That is my idea.  

Tonight Craig has to find a new detective program for us. 

For my nice beside Zita nap.