Thursday 11 September 2014

Day Seven Hundred and Ninety Six

We went for a nice walk this morning. It is not so hot day. Zita had to wear a nice fuzzy sweater. 

We did not see anybody. They were all asleep. Ha. 

Craig told Zita there was a lot of snow way out by the very big mountains. I heard him. Where his cousin lives. That is not right. I do not like that. It is not even play in all the leafs time. 

Craig's cousin has horses and dogs. On a ranch. She catches cows with her horses. I do not know what they do when they catch them. Cows are very big.  Oh well. 

Niamh has a sick tummy. And a sore head. She did not go to her dance a lot school today. She did not even wake up until way past lunch time. Oh dear.

Niamh was asked to be in a very very important dance at her dance a lot school. Just her. She is very happy. She did not even have to try for it. That is good. 

I like it when everybody is happy. And in our own house. With their own cosy duvets and pillows and beds. Like mine. It is known.

Zita has to go and see all of Niamh's new teachers tonight. To make sure they are nice. 

Emmet was at his university all day. Learning even more about the war nobody wanted. And about way old Africa. Where the scary lions live. Because it is hot there. Too hot for me. 

Craig and Niamh and Emmet are going to have Irish chicken. When Zita is out. That is good. 

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