Tuesday, 2 October 2012

Day Seventy-Seven

Every one at school. Except Craig. We threw the Red Ball a lot. That is good.

He had to find papers he brought home from work. That took a while. They were in his briefcase where he put them. He is getting forgetful I think.

I had a good nap.

He said he filled out his name and pension number eleven million times. Maybe he won't forget them.

Niamh is toe dancing tonight. She got underwear for her toes. I don't believe it. People are very silly.

Emmet is off with his civil wars. He does not like Mr. Calhoun. He must be one of those people who don't smell right. Like the Black Dog with the White tail.

Uncle Bill is back. He was not eaten by lions after all. He saw lots of them - way too close he said. Elephants too. He saw Hippopotamuses. They live in their baths and they really really smell. Zita is wrong about baths.

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