Wednesday, 20 November 2024

Day Eight Hundred and Nine

Miss Pancake 


It was a bit cold when we got up. 

But there was not any too much snow.

But the flat computer said that maybe it was going to snow at Emmet’s very old university.



Maybe all his students will have a do not go to school day. 

Because in way far away Ireland they do not have our giant take the snow away machines. 

Not even for their sidewalks. Oh dear. Too bad for them.

When cousin Lucy came up stairs she had blood on her head. 

Because when she was fast fast asleep she rolled over and hit Emmet’s desk. With her head. My goodness.

So Zita and I fixed her until she was all perfect again. Ha.

Then she went back to all asleep.

Then I minded Niamh, because she had another very busy day.

But first she went to see nice Doctor Linsey. To get her do not get way to sick shot. 

Craig did not have a sleep in today. 

Because he had to have his too much coffee right away. So he did.

After my lunch Zita and I went for a very nice long walk. 

Zita wore her warm coast. Not her warm as can be coat. 

Because you have to save that coat until the way too much cold. 

I was not a bit cold. Because I have always toasts warm. 

But I have a beautiful red coat, just in case Craig said. 

After we got home I helped Craig make his peanut butter and jams sandwich. 

We put lots of butter and both pieces of bread. Ha.

Then the fast car took Zita and cousin Lucy to Mister Valley’s full of very good things store. 

That is Craig’s favourite store. 

And when they came home they brought Craig’s favourite from Mister IKEA’s store cookies.

Because they went to that store too. Ha. 

Zita made brownie cakes because she went to Kathy’s for dinner.

So she brought the delicious dessert for the coffees. 

And Niamh and cousin Lucy went to that only hard questions restaurant. 

Craig and I had refrigerator pizza. I got some. 

So then I minded Craig until everybody was back home. That is an easy job for me.

Because my watching chair is very comfy. Ha. 

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