Sunday 6 November 2016

Day One Thousand Five Hundred and Seventy Five

Craig and I had a little sleep in this morning.

Because we have more time today. I do not know why. 

Maybe we stole the new time from somewhere. Maybe. Oh well.

It is a very sunny day. Because it is Sunday. Ha.

Craig went out this morning. He went to the too much money tasty food store. 

For tasty treats for our altogether lunch. Ha.

He got fat croissants and even chocolate croissants for Emmet. 

Chocolate croissants are Emmet's favourite breakfast. And Irish tea. 

And he got the special fat French bread made just for our toasts. Ha. Good for us. 

It was not the skinny French bread. That is for tasty cheeses bread. 

It was only Craig and Emmet for our lunchtime.

Because all the ladies are far away. Except me. Oh dear. 

At lunchtime we talked to my friend Niamh. On the flat computer. 

We could even see her. Ha. Good for us.

She has to make her little room all spic and span. 

Because all her visitors made it all very messy. Oh dear.

Zita and everybody in way far away went out to a tasty treat night. At a nearly a restaurant. 

Because they had to watch the run around with the ball and crash into everybody game on the television. 

And drink the only in Ireland beer. Ha. 

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Even our cousin Orlaith was there. And cousin Emma. 

Miss Orlaith used to live in our basement. And we would go for nice walks. She is a good walker. 

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And Auntie Eileen and cousin Robert were there. And even our cousin Craig. 

Just like my friend Craig. But he lives in way far away instead. And he is not way old. Ha. That is funny.

We watched the hockey game last night. Craig's team lost. Oh well. Too bad for him. 

Emmet is way busy. He has to write a lot of pages to his next university. 

To tell them about all his interesting stories. Ha. That is good. 

Miss Lily and Lee and Cara and I went for a nice all ladies walk in the full of sunshine afternoon. 

We went all over. Even down to the all empty canal. 

There was a dog in the all empty pond. That is not right. I barked at it. That is a silly dog. 

It is not for dogs pond. It is just for my friends the ducks. It is known. 









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