Day Eight Hundred and Fifty Seven

It is a way beautiful day. We went for a nice long walk. That is nice.

Zita drove Niamh to her dance a lot school this morning. 

Niamh was very tired. Watching sad movies makes you tired. I sat on her high bed. When she watched the sad list movie. So she would have cosy company. Dogs are way good company for sad movies. It is known. Because we are all cosy warm. It is known. 

We had toasts. No jam today. Oh dear. I do not know why. 

Paul came over for his early in the morning coffee. He had to get more take apart things tools. I do not know why. 

Today is the sad remember all the soldiers who died day. 

We watched them on the television. In the den. There was a princess there. All for us. And lots of Scotsman soldiers. With the noisy bagpipes. And very loud canons. And soldiers with giant fur hats. 

They were our friend colonel George's famous guarding soldiers. He had a giant fur hat too. He went to heaven. A long time ago. Emmet has his beautiful sword. On the wall. In his comfy bedroom. 

Very noisy airplanes flew right over my house. Way fast. And loud. Not as loud as Craig's father's very very loud way old airplane. But faster. 

Airplanes are very loud. I do not go on airplanes. Niamh and Zita always go on airplanes. To go to way far away Ireland. It is known. 

Tonight is Zita's Mister Saint Paul's night. She was writing stories all day. I helped. 

Niamh has a teach a lot night tonight. I will have to wait at my watching window until they all come home. To their comfy beds. It is known.