Day Nine Hundred and Fifty Eight

It is a not so way too cold day.  

Zita drove Niamh to her dance a lot school. Then she had to drive all over for her way too small office. 

I had a nice nap. On the big bed. Until Craig was all awake. Then we got up. So Craig could make his too much coffee. And toasts.

We had big toasts. Craig always makes big toasts. With the special all the way from France tasty jam. That is good.

Zita brought brand new croissants home. Emmet loves croissants. He got a special chocolate croissant. To help him with all his lots and lots of writing. And irish tea. 

Craig and I had croissants for our lunch.

Craig is now a way old roman. Looking for treasure. He does not have a nice dog. He will not find the treasure. Ha. Too bad for him.

Uncle Bill is still hiding in Sringy Palms. Because of the way too cold here. 

Mister Paul is on the dangerous trains in far away Spain. Because of the way too much rain in England. Oh dear.

Zita and I had a not so way nice walk this afternoon. A car splashed us all over with cold snowy water. Oh dear. That was not very nice. I had to have a nice warm bath when I got home.

Craig found old old pictures. Of him. In France. At a giant giant castle. And a way old Gods church.  They are very little pictures. Oh well.

Niamh is going to talk to the ladies at the way beautiful flower store. About a practice job. At the beautiful flower store. 

Niamh loves flowers. She always gets flowers when she does her beautiful toe dances.