Niamh had a nice time at the birthday party. Her friends from the dance a lot school were there too.
Zita did not miss the very special important meeting. Just most of it. Nobody got treats. Oh well.
Zita said no more trains fell all over. That is good. Trains are silly. Dogs have to be in boxes to go on the trains. I would not like that. It is known.
Zita told us she had a nice train ride home. It was a comfy train. With way good food. She had very nice tortilinis for her dinner. And wine.
Emmet told us they have real kitchens on train. Big kitchens. They make real tasty dinners. Not like airplanes.
Emmet loves tortilinis. Emmet did not have tortilinis for his dinner. He had used pizza. Downstairs. With all his friends from everywhere. There were playing their way long old Gods game.
That is what they do on Saturday. From all over the whole world. Not just here. Or way far away Ireland. All over. Where they have all different times. I do not know why. Oh well.
Craig had a peanut butter and honey sandwich for dinner. I had the chewy ends. That is good.
Craig's hockey team won last night. I did not see it. I was looking out my watching window. It is my job.
We had a long long sleep in today. Because everybody went to sleep too late last night.
Craig got up before everybody. I had my breakfast then. I was not way too hungry. That is good.
When Zita got up we had lots and lots of toasts. Real toasts. With the tasty jam. No French not toasts today. That is good.
Zita took Emmet to his nice university. To get a book all about way way old church people. He did not find it the first time. It was hiding. Oh dear.
Emmet says his nice university has an all brand new library. All full of books. Way interesting books. And very comfy chairs. Right beside the river. And a store where you can buy nice teas. And way too expensive coffees. Emmet loves the library. Even with hidden books. It is known.
It is the last football game day. Craig will watch it in the den. His team will not win. He does not have good teams. Oh well.
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