Day Two Thousand Five Hundred and Thirty Nine

It is sleep in Sunday. 

But Zita and I only had a little sleep in.

Because it was a beautiful morning and we went on our lovely good morning to everybody walk. 

Because you can go on very long go everywhere walks if you go before the way too hot finds you. Ha.

That was a good idea.

Craig had a very big sleep in. But he was not all fast asleep. He was just listen to an interesting book. 

Right in bed. Under the covers. All by himself. That is silly.

Before Craig was all dressed Zita and I had a nice relaxing time. Outside in our side yard. 

Then she called her mother and father in way far away Dublin. On the telephone.

Her father has a very special giant bush in a special little all made of glass room. And it has very fat berries. 

They are jam making berries. And this year he has kabillions of berries. Even more than last year.

That is good. Now my friend Emmet will be able to have his toasts with own made jam. 

When he is living in way far away Cork. At his next very old university. Ha. That is good.

And not just starve and blow all away in the wind. 

That is what will happen if he does not eat more. Zita told me.

Then Craig came out and had his too much coffee outside with us.

I had a nice nap. Right beside them. So I could mind them too. Ha. 

I had a very nice quiet day today. With lots of lovely naps. Good for me.

Emmet is very busy making his very important story as beautiful as can be. 

So everybody in way far away Wales will want to read it lots of times. And tell all their friends too. Ha. 

Maybe even the dragons will want to read it too. Maybe dragons can read. 

But maybe only very very old stories. In way way old Welsh. Maybe. Oh well.

Zita Emmet got very fat chocolate croissants for his lunchtime. Ha.

But Niamh was not here for lunchtime.

Because she was a the Mahoney’s cottage with Tara. Ha. 

They went in a boat. But it is a move it all by yourself boat. Ha.

Then she had to go to the beautiful clothes store before dinnertime.  

To work until late. So she could not have dinnertime with me. Too bad for her.

Zita went to her stretching until you are too tired store.

I stayed here to mind Craig and Emmet. It is my favourite job.

Mister Paul came to our house at dinnertime.

So he could have some of our delicious cooked outside hamburgers.  

And maybe drink some nice wine too. Ha.

We watched a new program last night. 

But they were not detectives. They were spies. Oh dear. And everybody had guns. Oh dear.

Maybe we will watch them again tonight. Maybe.