Oh my goodness.
My sister Beverly had to leave her own house last night. Craig told me.
Because of too many the trees on fire.
And she took Mister Denny, the brand new puppy with her.
Because she is a very good minder. Just like me.
Now my sister and my mother and my father have had to run away from that fire. Oh my goodness me.
I will have to talk to Mister Saint Newton tonight. To make sure they are all safe as can be.
This morning, after our together breakfast, the fast car took Zita and I to our very close farm.
It was not a bit rainy this morning, so we stayed for a very long time.
So I ran all around and we practiced my homework.
Because tomorrow is my school day.
And I want to tell my teachers that I did my homework. Ha.
Maybe I will get a treat.
When we got home it was just in time to drive Niamh to her lovely store.
Craig was talking to his friends on the flat computer when Zita and I got home.
And he was eating covered in jam scones. My goodness.
And there was only one left.
Because he ate the others when I was taking Niamh to work.
That was not so very nice.
So I only got one little bit of tasty scone today. Too bad for me.
Then Zita talked to Auntie Eileen for a long time. She was driving to her little place in Wexford.
To have her own relax. It is good to have nice relaxes.
Festis and Furrgus
Those forest fires are really disrupting our Miss Pancake’s family.
Now her own sister, Miss Beverly, has had to flee her home also.
As we contemplated this we decided that are certain advantages in living in a damp climate, in a castle with eight foot thick walls.
That is if you can ignore the chilblains, insidiously damp bedclothes and the presence of a longtime annoying neighbour to the south.
Sometimes we suspect Cousin Elsabeth’s decision to live at Cap Ferrat was driven by her hatred of condensation, more than the proximity of casinos.
Well while it was not sunny, neither was it wet nor smoky, so we went to The Sunset for our regular early-bird breakfast with optimism.
We ordered extra deep fried onions to celebrate, as brother reminded us that today was the Glenfinnan anniversary.
The day when that rascal the Young Pretender arrived in Scotland.
Never was a title so richly deserved let me tell you. Well The Blackthorn-Badgers came out, but to no avail.
That man could not have organized a tea party. At least he left that French gold.
But the less said about that the better I suppose.
Anyway all is said and done and the songs are far better than the events let me tell you.
But they raised a tower to him there anyway.
Proving, once again the adage of the pen and sword.
When we got home we heard the unmistakable sound of the vacuum cleaner, so we decided to venture over to Dows Lake until it seemed safe to return home.
We have noticed that Mrs. T becomes a bit preoccupied with our presumed dustyness, and suggests the vacuum cleaner as a solution.
So we usually absent ourselves every cleaning day. It is better for all concerned. Especially us.
Miss Pancake
It was the floor cleaner machine’s noisy day.
As much as I try to guard Zita from that machine she does not mind me.
So today I tried to lay on top of it.
But that did not work very well either.
So I took a piece of that noisy machine away.
But Zita took it back.
So I just went into the living room and kept my friend Craig safe.
Oh well. Too bad for Zita.
But when everything was as clean as could be Zita said we should go on an adventure drive and maybe go to the farm again.
My goodness me. That was a surprise.
And when we got there we had a very lovely time, because we were the only ones there.
And when we got home it was time to make our very delicious hamburgers.
And cook them outside.
And I was a big help. Zita told me so.
I only had to mind Craig and Zita and Emmet tonight.
Because Niamh was having dinner with that lady who is getting married in far away Italy.
And Niamh is going there too. My goodness me. What an adventure.
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