Day Two Thousand One Hundred and Twenty Seven

It is a do not go to work holiday today. For everybody. That is a good day.

So Zita and I went for a very early long walk. There was not even anybody else. 

They were all still fast asleep. Too bad for them. 

Because it is a brand new beautiful day outside today. Not even one cloud in our own very blue sky.

Because Mister Shadow and Miss Maggie are not watching the beautiful important wedding today. 

They have chased all the sheep clouds to somewhere where it is way too hot.

And everything needs the fat shady clouds. Ha. Good for them. 

When we got home Craig was all awake too. So we had our toasts altogether. Ha. That is good.

Mister Lyndon is back from the nasty food hospital. All fixed up. Ha. Zita saw him. That is good.

After toasts Zita and Niamh went downstairs to the brand new bedroom. 

To make the floor as clean as can be. With scrappers. 

Because sometimes Mister Mitch spilled bits of paint. On the floor. Oh dear.

Now Mister Mitch is all finished. Except for some little mistakes. 

He will comeback and fix them perfect when Niamh is all moved into the brand new bedroom. 

And Emmet is back in his own comfy bedroom. Ha. That is right. 

Making the bedroom floor all nice and clean takes a long time. I minded everyone from the top of the stairs.

Zita and I caught two awful mosquitoes last night. In our bedroom. We squished them. Ha. 

So this morning we put the special flappy keep the bugs out door on the side yard door. That is good.

Because nobody likes mosquitoes in their own house. 

I stayed outside on the nice warm stones in my side yard. All afternoon. Sometimes I had a nice nap. 

Doctor Susan came to visit us after lunchtime. And to see the brand new bedroom too. 

And Miss Taryn came to be a make the closet helper. Ha. That is nice. 

Zita and Niamh took Niamh’s bed downstairs to her bedroom. Tonight she will sleep there.

Because that is where her bed is. Ha. 

Her old bed is now just empty. Ha. That is a silly bed.

And Emmet will sleep in his own big cosy bedroom again. 

With his comfy leather lie down sofa and fat chair. 

And all his computers and his big full of comfy pillows bed. 

And all his very interesting books. Full of stories all about way way long time ago. And way far away too. 

Now everybody will be in their own beds again. Ha. That is good. 

I have lots of my own beds. Good for me. Ha. 

Poor cousin Orlaith is still doing homework for her far away university. 

Even when it is a holiday. That is not so nice.