There was not even a bit of sunshine outside this more, but it was not cold.
So we walked all over my streets. Even on Craig Street.
That is the street where my house is. Right on Craig street. I did not know that.
But my friend Craig does not own it. That is not right.
They should give it to him. That would be a good idea.
When I got home I was as dirty as could be and went right into the bathtub.
When I was all dry and clean I helped Craig get all dressed.
He did not have even a little sleep in today.
Because his nice Doctor Lynsey came to visit him.
So Zita made her a cappuccino. Cappuccinos are her favourite.
She does not have nice cappuccinos in her downtown office either. Oh dear.
She has a dog too. But she said it was a very very little dog.
Then she and Craig and Zita talked all about Craig’s shoulder and his little operation.
I was right there beside my friend Craig so I could mind him.
Just in case the doctor was going to give him a shot.
And he wanted to run away.
But she did not stick him.
So then I had a very nice relax on my comfy chair.
Doctor Lynsey got an almost a motorcycle for her birthday.
My goodness me.
And now she is in a club with lots of other ladies who have one too. That is nice.
I think Zita should get one two. And I could sit on the back. Ha.
And Doctor Lynsey found some new medicine for Craig.
And someone to make exercises for that too sore shoulder. Ha
The nice Doctor Lynsey is Emmet and Niamh’s doctor too. But not Zita’s. Too bad for her.
And when she was gone Craig got my lunch right away. I did not have to wait even a bit today.
And after my lunch Craig had two toasty croissants for his own lunch.
Because he did not have his breakfast today.
So we had two croissants. And Craig put them in the oven so they were toasty. Ha.
Then I went into our office to help Zita with our rascal ladies work.
When we were all finished for today Zita and I went for a lovely all over here walk.
The snow is all melting and I could see my friend Fred. But only his eyes and his nose.
Soon all the snow will be gone and he will be all awake to mind the beautiful garden.
Next week all the Badgers are going to school in Paris. A cooking school.
And they told me it is a very famous school.
And it has its very own gardens. Just like us.
But they are changing their names, just to be safe they said. My goodness.
Maybe they can learn how to make Niamh’s tortellinis soup, or maybe Zita’s dessert with strawberries and fluffy cream everywhere. Ha.
They are going to stay in Auntie Elsabeth’s very old very apartment.
It even has windows in the roof. My goodness gracious me.
She never goes to Paris anymore. Except to go to see beautiful dancing.
She has not used that apartment since those Germans left, because it makes her too sad.
But Dugal said that is a long story, and for another day with lots of hot chocolate and gingerbreads with cream on top.
Maybe it is a sad story. I do not like sad stories so very much. Maybe I will just eat the gingerbreads.
When we got home from our walk we went a got Niamh and brought her home for just a little.
Then we took Niamh to get Sach so they could do their stretching together.
Then our fast car took us home and we had our dinners. Craig and Zita had toasts with eggs.
Craig dropped some tasty toast on the floor for me. Zita did not see it. It was our secret toasts.
Then we watched a brand new detective program, with two lady detectives in Scotland.
Maybe we will see Cousin Morag or Mister Lochlainn. That would be nice.
Then everybody went to our beds.
Because it was our bedtimes.
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