We waited for Niamh to go to her dance a lot school before we went for our nice walk. Craig was still in bed. I jumped on the bed to get him all awake. It is a sore shoulder day he said. Oh dear. He is old.
We did not play catch the ball very much today. Oh well.
Emmet and Zita are still writing their important stories for their universities. Except at lunch time. Zita had to talk on the telephone to lots of famous lady rascals. From far away.
It was scary she said. I had a nap on my comfy duvet. To keep Zita company. So she would not be so scared.
Craig spent all afternoon moving everything all around in the den. Making the music machines all work. There are two many music machines in this house. There are lots and lots in the scary basement. In the big dark room with all the shelves. I saw them. They do not make music. They are resting Craig said. Ha.
The parcel man brought Niamh a present. Not a secret present. A just because a present from Craig and Zita. It is a special toe dance costume. A stick straight out dress.
It is a tutu dress. Niamh told me. That is a silly name. Craig said it should be a one one because Niamh is not so way tall.
Everyone thinks Craig is way silly. It is true. It is known.
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