Day Eight Hundred and Sixty Nine

Miss Pancake 

We had a very nice sleep in Sunday.

We talked to Zita’s mother and father in far away. 

And Niamh called us.

Because she cannot got skiing today. 

Because all the go down fast hills are too icy. 

Mister Jamie said that it was too dangerous, and everybody would just crash into trees and be dead. 

So they did not go. That was a good idea.

Craig did not get awake until my lunchtime. 

But I waited for him to have his sticky bun before I ate my lunch.

Because I always get to lick all the tasty crumbs off the sticky bun plate. 

Mister Tom came and brought us brand new detective programs for us to watch. 

Even one in far away Ireland. Ha. 

But we will not see our cousins, because it is on a little island, and our cousins do not live on little islands. Oh well. 

Then my friend Niamh came here to visit me, and to practice her guitar. 

You have to practice, or you will forget how to move your fingers. Niamh told me. My goodness.

Then it was time for me to take Zita to the farm.

Before it got all dark there. 

But I had to wear my boots, because of the icy snow. 

You cannot run very fast with boots on. It is a rule.

But I did not crash into any trees when I was running all over everywhere.

And we stayed there until we got a bit too cold and then the warm fast car took us home. 

And then we took Niamh to Tyler’s.

Because it was everybody’s dinner time. 

After dinner we watched a new detective program. But not the island one. 

So I went to fast asleep. 

So I would be all rested for our bedtime.