Today is a holiday day. I did not know that.
So we did not have to go to our work today.
We went to our beautiful farm again. And I ran all around as fast as could be.
Because I am a very fast runner. It is known.
And we had some practice nice walking too.
Then we got in the fast car and we went down all the little roads looking for the farm cows.
But we could not find them. I think it was their holiday too.
When we got home I was a bit hot.
Because it is a hot day outside.
But then Zita had to do some rascal ladies work. Even on a holiday. Oh my goodness me.
But we did not go into our office.
So I minded her right under the dining room table.
Then it was my first lunchtime.
Niamh and Tarryn and Sach had their lunch in Toronto. Tarryn told me.
Because it is a long drive from there to here, and they did not want to starve all away.
Festis and Furrgus
Well we had a rather nice sleep in this morning.
As Little Victories was closed for the holiday long weekend, there was no point of an early rising.
By the time we were fully awake and well dusted, we set off to that restaurant where young Niamh used to work.
As she always recommended the steak and fries, we always order them, plus a couple of sides of deep fried onion rings.
We opted for dining inside, avoiding the rapid increase in temperature outside.
We noted that there was a cold rain in Glenfinnan.
We must admit that the cold rain here is completely benign compared to a cold rain in the highlands. Where it soaks your bones.
We ordered ice teas to go, and wondered home avoiding the long weekend crowds.
Our two ponds are really quite beautiful, especially considering they are virtually downtown.
We payed our respects to Poppy’s friends the ducks as we passed by.
On returning home we found Uncle Dugal rereading Battle Cry of Freedom and fuming over Lee’s reputation.
This being the anniversary of Picket’s futile attempt at breaking the Union centre, you must understand.
Uncle ranks him along with Rommel, Pompey and Haig as grossly overrated.
Having heard this diatribe on more than one occasion, we slipped off for our afternoon naps.
Miss Pancake
Craig’s friend Mister Kirk is still in way way far away Egypt.
And he was inside a very very very old dead person’s place.
And there were paintings everywhere.
Even on the ceiling. My goodness me.
And the man could not even see them.
Because he was just dead. Oh well. Too bad for him.
And Mister Kirk is staying in a hotel that has so much food they have to show it to everyone.
And they have a going down very fast sidewalk for go fast chairs, like Craig’s.
My goodness me.
Craig and I could have a race there. My goodness me.
After lunchtime Zita had to go and bring back somethings to a store.
But we had a practice walk first and I was perfect. Most of the time. Ha. Good for me.
Then I went in the nice cool house for my afternoon nap.
And I helped Craig when the machine washed his feet. I am always a very good helper.
When Niamh came home she and Zita went to feed the cat. Oh well.
When they came home we sat outside until it was time to cook very fat sausages for dinner.
We used the outside stove.
Niamh said she was very very happy to sleep in her very own comfy bed.
With lots of her own pillows.
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