Day Five Hundred and Eighty Eight

It was a not so busy day today. We forgot to to to the busy street to get the big news paper for Niamh on our walk. Oh well.

Craig drove Zita to her old university. Where she has almost a job. When Craig came home we had our toasts. And more coffees. 

And played throw the Red a Ball. That is good. 

Craig is still the nice French policeman with the nice dog. Craig read me the part where the dog gets the pointy ends of the croissants for breakfast. Just like me. I am French too. That is why I like croissants. And green beans.  It is known.

It is a good book. Craig should read more books with nice brave dogs who like croissants. No more books about Vikings who live in their boats all the time. Ha. Dogs do not like to live in way too wet boats. 

Niamh is at her dance a lot until late class tonight. She did not have dinner with us. Too bad for her. 

We watched a movie last night for Niamh's home work. It was all about the nice man who was a lawyer. And was very brave. He wanted everybody to tell the truth. But they would not. That is too bad.  

The wrong man had to go to jail. Niamh said it was her favourite movie. I did not understand it all. Oh well. Auntie Louise only sent way nasty people to jail. That is why they gave her the medal. And because she makes Emmet and Niamh's favourite potatoes.