Day Two Hundred and Ninety One

Miss Pancake 

When we got up it was so beautiful and we had our cappuccinos Zita and I went for a long walk.

All around our block. Ha.

When we got home we had our breakfasts. 

And then Niamh was all awake too. So I minded her while Zita found her going to her downtown office clothes.

Then the fast car took here right there. 

I minded Niamh right in our living room.

She was very busy making beautiful pictures for her friend’s wedding. 

Then Craig was all awake too. He was listening to his new book. 

When Niamh went downstairs to get all dressed for her work, Craig and I had two round toasts. 

And we had brand new raspberry jam. And it was from far away England. My goodness me. 

Then it was time for the very fast bicycle to take Niamh to the lovely shop. 

And because I had a very busy morning already, I had a very nice nap.

And when I woke up it was just in time for my own lunch. That was a good time to wake up.

Festis and Furrgus

We checked the status of the weather before arising this morning. 

Fortunately it was favourable. Though tomorrow looks a bit Noah like.

So we decided to go to the Sunset Grill after the morning sweep of the neighbourhood.

Thursday’s are two for one days, so we wasted no time. The early bird etc.. 

So we each ordered two breakfasts. That set us up for the rest of the morning. 

So as it was once again Thursday, we headed over to Little Victories, awaiting the replenishment of the SuzyQ’s doughnuts. 

Doughnuts, even by the score, are not particularly heavy, so we had no need of Mrs. T brilliant hand truck today.

When we got home only Mr. T and young Pancake were there. 

And they were about to have their morning toast. 

Lo and behold there was a pot of Wilkin and Sons Raspberry Jam on the kitchen counter.

Now if that did not bring back memories, let me tell you. 

Mr. T sawed off a couple of slabs of bread and popped then in the toaster. 

Minutes later we assembled in the living room and amused Mr. T and Miss P with stories of our encounters with the kitchen staff, as we regularly absconded with the makings of a breakfast. 

To be eaten on the cliffs overlooking the loch.

It is still a wonder that cook still talks to us. Ahh well. Youth. 

Miss Pancake

After our lunchtime we went outside so I could look for bugs. 

But I could not find any. Oh well.

So I went back inside before I got too hot. And had my nap. 

Craig stayed with me and read his another book.

But today be told me that my stitches suit is just for me.

Because it has letters on it. My goodness. 

And the letters say MPS.

So Craig told me that those letters mean Miss Pancake’S. Ha. Good for me.

When we went into the living room to wait for my friend Zita to come home.

I heard something and gave it some very fierce woofs. 

But Craig could not see anything. That is because he is old. 

And I am not even a little bit old.

He said I was being grumpy and I was being a Billy Goat Grumph.

That was not so nice. 

But just like that my friend Niamh and Tarryn were here. On their bicycles. Ha.

And then her fast car brought Zita home. So then everybody was home.

Except for Emmet. Too bad for him. 

Because we had some pizzas for our dinner. Ha. 

Then it was detective program time on my comfy sofa in the den.

Zita sat there with me too.