Tuesday, 4 March 2025

Day Nine Hundred and Thirteen

Miss Pancake 



I was a bit sad this morning, because it was snowing again.

And it was not our lovely fluffy snow, it was the nasty sticking on to your toes snow. 

But then Zita told me that today is a special day for me.

Because it is Pancake Tuesday all over the whole world. Ha.

And everybody has to have pancakes for their dinner. Especially us. 

Because I live here and my name has always been Pancake.

And now because I have my own family, I am now Miss Pancake Taylor. Ha. 

So then I was not sad at all. 

But when Craig got up he was a bit sad too.

Because when he looked out the window he saw the even more snow.

And the go fast chair cannot go even a bit fast in that nasty snow.

But I took Zita and Niamh on our lunchtime all around walk. 

And we only got a bit soggy. 

And after I had my lunch I helped Craig with his butter tart. Ha.

Zita was talking to her own sister this morning. 

To make sure she had not forgotten that she is coming to visit me tomorrow. 

She will have to find one of the do not get lost aeroplanes, at the aeroport in far away Dublin. 

Maybe it will be one of Miss Helena’s aeroplanes. Maybe. 

Then I helped Zita move lots and lots of that snow from my side yard. 

I was a very big help. 

And then Zita and Niamh and I went for another lovely walk. 

Because our work was all finished. 

When we have the stick to you snow, it is not cold at all. But everything is very slidey. 

So you have to be careful, or you might fall down and get a wet bottom. 

And nobody wants a wet bottom. 

My friend Tarryn came over for our pancakes dinner.



And my friend Niamh made me my very own delicious pancakes. 

Because I was a very good helper.

And we had brand new sausages too. 



And I got special plate of just for me pancakes.


Then everybody sat in the kitchen and talked for a very long time.



So I had my nap. On the top of the stairs. 

Then we watched our detective program.

But only for a little while, because it was already our bedtime. 






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