Day Two Thousand Three Hundred and Seventy Six

Everybody got up very early this morning.

Because the man was coming to take away the old wall. In the basement.

But he was late. So we looked out the window instead.

Then they were here. Three men. Not just one man. They had a big trailer.

To take away everything. I did not know them. Oh dear.

But my friend Zita has a sore back.

Because of the too much snow shoveling. Oh dear. That is not right.

She went to our comfy bed early last night.

So she did not go to the rascal ladies office this morning. She had to take it easy. Craig told me.

But the men have very noisy machines. And there is lots of very loud noise.

And they are taking lots of old stuff outside to their trailer.

And bringing lots of brand new wood downstairs. To the basement. To make the brand new walls.

So it is hard to take it easy when it is very noisy in your house.

They were noisy all day. Even at my lunchtime. That is not all right. 

Today things are not just all the same. 

I only like things that are always the same. Oh dear. Too bad for me.

This morning Niamh went to the comfy clothes store very early. In the dark. I do not know why. Oh well.

The streets are still all full of snow. And the cars are all slipping everywhere. 

We watched them. And now only one car can go on my street. Not two. 

Because of the too much snow.Too bad for them.

Auntie Eileen and cousin Ciara have gone to another way far away country. Not just Ireland.

To the country just full of scary Vikings. Oh dear. That is not right.

They should just go to way far away France instead.

And have lots and lots of delicious croissants for your good morning treats.

And lots of very tasty smelly cheese too. Ha. 

That is a good country. It is not full of scary Vikings. Just full of cheeses. It is known.

Today is Mister Burns’s own day.

He was a very famous Scotsman who wrote lots of nice stories. And songs too. Ha. 

Even stories about his dog. Mister Luath. Ha. That is a good story. 

Mister Luath was a take care of the sheep dog. Just like Miss Maggie and Mister Shadow. Ha.

Maybe they are friends in way way far away heaven. 

Chasing all the sheep clouds all over everywhere. Maybe.

But we do not have to have porridge or listen to the loud bagpipes.

Because Craig is only a pretend Scotsman. 

We do not live in way far away Scotland. We live here in our house. Ha. Good for me.

Zita and went for our before lunchtime walk today. But not a long walk. 

Because of the too sore back. Oh dear.

Then Zita went to the rascal ladies office. The black go fast car took her. 

Maybe we will have an altogether dinner tonight. Maybe 

All the men left my house before my dinnertime. They were all finished. 

They took their noisy machines too. That is good.

But now different men have to come to make a new hole in the floor. 

For the clothes cleaning machine. Craig said they will be way noisy too. Oh dear. 

I was at my watching window for a long time tonight. 

Waiting for my friend Zita. But she was late because the cars can not drive on the streets anymore.

Because of the way too much snow. They just all stop on my corner and cannot go anywhere at all. 

That is not all right. 

We did not watch any detectives last night. Everybody was too busy. Oh well.