Day Nine Hundred and Forty Seven

We had a way good cheese party last night. Not so many people. Just the Mahoneys. The Mahoneys like cheese. 

Everybody sang the happy birthday song. For Mister Aidan and Mister Kiran. They got secret presents too. Ha. 

Big pieces of cheese dropped on the floor. Ha. I found lots and lots. And carrots too. I did not have a sick tummy. Good for me.

This morning Craig stayed in bed until late. Until Zita went to the way too small office. No toasts today.

Niamh stayed home this morning. She had another make you have a sick tummy headache. Oh dear. Only this morning. 

Craig drove Niamh to her dance a lot school this afternoon. 

She has a teach people how to dance way nice tonight. 

Emmet's went to his nice university way early today. 

To visit his way beautiful new library. With all the big comfy chairs. 

He has to read some very special old books and drink his nice tea. Before his class all about the way old Russians. He will have donuts too. And talk to his friends. That is good.

Craig and Zita are going out to find more not for Poppy sofas. Oh dear. Oh dear. 

They are going to the breakfast for not very much money store. Mister Paul cannot go. He is in way far away England. Oh well.