Monday, 23 December 2024

Day Eight Hundred and Forty Three

 Miss Pancake 


We had a sleep in this morning.

Because Zita and I are on our Christmas vacations. 

But we were still very busy. 

Because it is Merry Christmas time.

But Mister Clifford has to go to Mister Mike fix your car shop. 

Because he would not wake up in the very cold this morning. Oh dear. 

Then Zita and I cleaned the refrigerator. 

Because it was smelly. And it was not our delicious smelly cheese.

So we took everything out and put it on the floor. 

I minded all the food when Zita washed everything sparkly clean. 

She said I was the very best kitchen helper. Ha. 

Tonight all my friends are coming to my house to make the little houses. The special Christmas houses.

They do it every year. And every year even more people are here. 

So Mister Tyler and Mister Jamie and Mister Devon are going to be here too.

After lunch Zita and I put up very beautiful sparkly lights on the bushes in my side yard. 

Now everywhere is beautiful for Merry Christmas time. 

This afternoon Craig wrapped some of his secret presents. I helped him. 

Then I had my afternoon nap. 


Because I am on vacation. 

A nice man came and Mister Clifford woke up right away, but the man said that the box of electricity was too old.



I watched him very carefully, from my watching window, to make sure he did not hurt Mister Clifford.

Because I did not know him, and Zita was outside. 

So Zita took Mister Clifford to Mister Mike’s, where they can find a brand new box all full up with electricity for him. 

Maybe it is his Merry Christmas present from Zita. Maybe.

And she found Niamh just nearly across the street at the lovely shop, and when they got home Mister Tyler was with them.

So we had an altogether dinner with sticky pots, and very little sausages. 

We cooked the whole bag, so there was enough if some people are all early and had forgot to have their dinner. Ha.

And everybody came and ate everything all up, just like that. Ha. 

When everybody was making their own houses, Craig and Zita watched the detective program by themselves.

Because I was not there so much. 

Because I was too busy minding everybody. When they made those beautiful houses. 

I minded them until everybody left, and it was bedtime for me. 




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