Saturday 27 October 2018

Day Two Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty Five 

Everybody got up very early this morning. I do not know why. Oh well. 

Zita and I went for our good morning to everybody walk all by ourselves.

Because Craig did not go to his old friends breakfast restaurant today. 

Because today is a too sore day. Oh dear. That is not all right.

So we had toasts altogether this morning.

And then we looked out the watching window at the windy day. With the leaves going all over everywhere. Ha. 

Then Zita talked to her mother in way far away Dublin. She did not talk to her father. 

Because he was painting walls. On a ladder. But he is too old for ladders. Oh dear. 

So she talked to cousin Ciara instead. 

Yesterday was cousin Orlaith’s Sing Happy Birthday day and I did not know. 

Because nobody told me. Oh dear. 

I did not get her a secret present. Oh dear. Too bad for us.

She is still in way far away Galway. Beside the giant ocean. In a house with all university friends. 

Before lunchtime Zita used the blow everything away machine. 

So she could make my side yard all neat and tidy again.

I could not help. Because it is a dangerous too loud machine. Oh well.

Mister Paul came to visit us this morning. After his breakfast. At the old friends breakfast restaurant.

He helped Zita turn off the very long water the grass hose. 

Because we do not water the grass when it is all covered in too much snow. Ha.  

Craig’s hockey team did not win last night. Oh well. 

Zita made us little toasts with sausages right on top. For our tasty lunchtime. That is a good lunch. 

Then Miss Taryn brought us own made cupcakes for our dessert. Ha. That is nice

Auntie Jane is coming to visit Craig’s mother tomorrow. For lunchtime at a delicious restaurant.

Craig and Zita are going too. 

So I will guard the house. Maybe I will have a nice sleep in too. Ha. 

We watched the lady detective last night. 

But Zita told me the lady detective program is nearly all finished. Oh dear. Too bad for her.

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