Day One Thousand One a Hundred and Forty Three

We had another cheese party last night. Ha. 

With own made hamburgers. And a lemon pie from our make the tasty bread store. It is Emmet and Niamh's favourite. And giant cookies too. 

Craig forgot all about my dinner. Until desert time. I did not starve to death. I had cheese treats. From everybody. Ha. Good for me. 

He is old. When you get old you forget all about important things. Like your nice dog's dinner. Oh well.

Craig said it is hard to find good help. That is true. 

Even our friend Zoe came for a little visit. So she could have a tasty lemon desert. With all of us. Thank is good.

Our cheese party friends went home today. To their nice not so far away house. They will visit again. They said so.

After the party we went right to bed. Cheese parties make everyone all tired. It is known. 

Niamh had to go to dance a lot today. For all day. To learn how to teach even better. That is good.

Zita and I went for a nice walk this morning. Then she had to talk to the rascal ladies. On the telephone.

It is a nice day. Just a little bit hot. Emmet went for a long walk. He said it was not too hot. Just nice enough to have good walks. 

He talked to Professor Jill last night. All about writing his new stories. Emmet likes writing those stories. It is known.  

The present man brought us new programs to watch on the television. At night. It is not about a detective. Or a nice brave dog. Oh well.

It is about a man and his very good helper. In not so long ago way far away England. When everybody wore hats. And drove cars with no tops. That is silly. 

We are having used hamburgers for dinner tonight. With cheese on top. Ha. Good for me.