Miss Pancake
We went to our very very favourite farm today.
Because it was a beautiful as could be morning at the farm.
And we wanted to do our exercising before the too hot came to visit.
But we had a very nice time before the fast car took us back home.
When we got there Zita remembered that she did not get the noisy clean floors machine yesterday.
Because she went looking for beautiful clothes for Susan.
It takes a very long time to find very lovely beautiful clothes here.
Zita says that there are so many beautiful clothes stores in Montreal that you trip over them.
My goodness that does not seem so very safe to me.
So she found that noisy machine so I went into our bedroom.
So I could be Craig’s supervisor, when he was getting all dressed. Ha.
When he was all awake and had his very first little espresso coffee, he had three muffins.
But they were very little muffins.
And because that coffee was so little he had to have two more.
But he did not have muffins every time. Oh well.
I had a little relax in the side yard, underneath our giant umbrella, but it got too hot anyway.
And when it was my lunchtime Niamh came back from the far away ocean.
But she had to have a squeaky clean shower, because she was a bit smelly.
And she has to go to Mister Tyler’s parent’s house for dinner tonight.
And you cannot be all smelly and go out for a nice dinner. It is our rule, my goodness me.
Craig and Zita looked at a letter my friend Emmet wrote.
Because there is a brand new job at his very old university. My goodness.
Craig said they should just give it to Emmet. He is right.
Because Emmet writes all the very best stories, especially about cutting off people’s heads. Ha.
Everybody wants to hear their kind of stories.
Or the ones all about Emmet’s friend Mister CĂș Cullen and his dogs.
My goodness they are very good stories.
We had an early dinner, so Zita could do some gardening when it was not too hot.
I minded her from my windows.
When she was all finished we watched a bit of a new detective program.
Then it was my bedtime so Craig and Zita came with me.
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