Zita is not so sick today. We went on a nice short walk. Not too far. We were a bit too tired. We came home early for our toasts.
Emmet is still sick. He did not go to his university today. He had his I am sick medice and Irish tea.
He went back downstairs to his comfy bed. Oh dear.
Niamh is nearly all better. She went to her dance a lot school this morning on the smelly bus. Oh dear.
Zita and Craig watched Russian dancers do beautiful toe dances for all the people who are going to Russia to have famous games in the snow.
My friends Jamie and Zorro are snow dogs from Russia. They are not there. It is way way too far away. They would get lost. That would be sad. It is known.
Craig is a lady detective in Scotland who thinks about things way too much. She writes a magazine all about thinking.
She does not eat sheep's tummies. She has very little coffees and fat sandwiches instead. From way far away Italy. That is good. She does not eat porridge either. Ha.
Niamh's friends are coming over to my house. For a visit. Niamh has to clean her room. So they can find the floor. Ha.
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