Zita and I got up early today. But it was still too hot to go to the farm. Oh well.
So we did lots of practice nice walking on my street.
Last night when we went to Mister McDonald’s store Zita got an ice cream cone.
And she put some in a little cup. And it was for me. My goodness that was a good idea.
My friend Niamh had to go to work early this morning.
Because they are very busy.
I do not think she had her breakfast. Oh dear.
When Craig made his first lots of coffee we had two of the short breads I got him for his birthday.
But then I had to our office right away. Because Zita and I were very busy.
Then it was time for my lunch.
And when I was having my lunch Zita made lots of toasts for everybody.
And Craig’s had strawberry jam all over them.
Then I had a little nap.
In front of our sofa is my special other place for naps.
But it was not such a long nap.
Because I had to be Zita’s very best helper.
Furrgus and Festis
Well we heard from Tiroam, it appears that they are having a heat wave. We thought the operant word was appears.
We checked and it reached the lofty heights of 22 degrees. Yesterday at mid-afternoon it was 35 here.
Like most things discomfort is in the eye of the beholder.
But life and duty continues unabated, so filling our thermos with iced lemonade we went on patrol.
But to be brutally honest some times in the Sind it hovered around 40 for weeks on end.
And I managed to survive, pith helmets and thick walls helped. It is all relative I suppose.
And if I must continue to be honest, Tiroam itself is in desperate need of insulation not to say a roof on the far tower.
It seemed a revaluation to Lochlainn that insulation keeps the heat, as well as the cold at bay.
Be that as it may, the iced coffees at Little Victories certainly hit the spot.
As they are now doing their own bottling, we put several aside to sustain us on our walk home.
We noticed that we were some of the very few outside.
Mad dogs and Englishmen etc..
Miss Pancake
My Emmet has started a brand new club. And they have their very own beautiful picture.
And Craig showed it to me on his flat computer.
And it is me and my friends the crow. My goodness me.
Maybe we will be famous. Maybe.
Zita and I were busy all afternoon. Rascal ladies make lots of work for us.
Festis and Furrgus and Dugal
When we awoke from our naps we saw the Mr. T was showing our Pancake the logo of our Emmet’s latest task.
And to tell the truth it is a sad task.
Emmet and some of their widely separated colleagues are moving to protect Celtic history from being high jacked by Nazis.
Well the Blackthorn-Badgers spent a fearsome six years exterminating as many Nazis as we could. With nary a glimmer of regret.
Sadly many of us never made it back to the safety of Lochaber.
We have carved their names into the rocks of our memorial dolmen, including that of our own dear mother and Morag’s brother Murchadh.
Now we find ourselves confronting these louts once again.
It is a despicable state of affairs and good for Emmet and friends for understanding such things cannot be aloud to fester.
A good sharp edge will cut out that corruption. And lord knows we have enough of them in the house.
I think the Blackthorn-Badger Foundation should look at supporting such efforts. Or at least donate a few dozen Bren Guns.
And lord knows the armoury at Tiroam has enough of those.
Just a bit of spit and polish and voila - a room cleaner extrodinaire.
Miss Pancake
When our work was all over Zita and I went on our before dinner practice nice walking.
And when we got home it was time for dinner. Mine too.
Then we watched our detective program until it was our bedtime.
But then Craig remembered that he forgot my second dinner. Me too.
So I had a very big before bedtime snack.
No comments:
Post a Comment