It is back to work Monday. Again. Oh well.
After our breakfast Zita and I went to our farm so I could run all around.
When we got back home Craig was awake but he did not have toasts when he had his first too much coffee. I do not know why.
But I helped him look out my very clean windows.
At the very beautiful day.
But when Niamh got up she told me that we were going to the beautiful dog shop to have my nails done.
Then I will look just like my friend Sach. Ha.
Maybe we can be sisters.
And just like that we went. My goodness what an exciting morning for me.
And when I was as beautiful as could be Niamh and I went back to our farm.
So everyone could see my beautiful feet. Ha.
And Niamh and I practiced our nice walking.
But I did not see my friends the cows.
They were still in their giant barn. I could smell them. Too bad for them.
So I had a very exciting morning. My goodness me.
Furrgus and Festis
When we were arising Mrs. T and Miss P were just leaving for their morning excursion to the Experimental Farm.
We bid them a good morning as it looked to be a fine morning for an excursion.
We decided on The Ichiban for breakfast.
There is something rather seductive about those cheese buns I must say.
We took the opportunity to get our ducks in a row, so to speak.
Mrs. T has asked for our opinion as to the placement of the Targes.
Well making decisions on aesthetics has never been one of our bragging points.
So our discussions mainly revolved on how not to make us look like philistines.
Our tastes rather runs to regimental plaids and attractive foreign nobility.
When it comes to decorating we rather rely on Cousin Morag to save us from ourselves.
Auntie Elsabeth has written us off as helpless after we brought her a large print of the charge of the Royal Scots to her place in France.
She said we were Culturally Insensitive.
Apparently choosing to overlook the obvious fact that the Frogoes lost.
The warm weather, too much sunshine and inexpensive wine has addled her brain Dugal says.
So I am afraid we will just suggest the biggest vacant wall. Safest I suspect.
Miss Pancake
After my lunch Niamh took Emmet to get the part of the secret wedding present.
And the man who did the secret work loves the very very old Irish stories.
And he asked Emmet to send him the giant story Emmet has written. My goodness me.
And Zita went on her bicycle for a nice relax.
Because her head was too full up.
I stayed here to mind Craig and we had a giant scone. With too much jam. Ha.
Then I had my nap.
Because I had a very very busy morning. It is known.
When Zita came home we went into our office to do our rascal ladies work.
I was very busy today. So I had a very nice relax on my very big pillow, in our office.
And when we were finished we went on an adventure walk around my street.
It was our before dinnertime walk.
And when we went outside Niamh was there. My goodness me.
And after dinner Zita and I got in the fast car and took Niamh and Tarryn to paint Mister Jamie’s house.
I minded everybody all by myself. Ha.
And when we got home it was watching detectives time for us.
My goodness gracious me, what a very busy day I had.
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