Day One Thousand One Hundred and Twenty Nine

It is a way too hot Sunday. 

We only had a little sleep in before Zita went to the big church to say hello to Mister God.

When Zita came home we had our toasts. 

Then I took Zita and Orlaith to the place where all the nice farmers bring their tasty food. 

We can buy it there. They will give it to you. When you give them some real money. Then they are very happy. Sometimes they give me treats. That is good.

We got brand new peaches and lots of Scotsman's scones. And way tasty strawberries. For Craig and Emmet's breakfast. 

Because of the way too hot outside everybody went to a nice lake. To go swimming. In the nice not so hot water. 

Craig and Emmet and I did not go. To the nice lake. We stayed here. Craig put the make the house all comfy cool machine on. That is good. 

We had our tasty breakfast. All together. That is good. Craig and Emmet ate all the strawberries and the peaches. 

Then we watched a new story. On the television. All about a burglar who is mostly good. Most of the time. And his friend who helps him and makes his tasty dinners.

Craig was reading more Scotsman's books. All about his family way way long ago. He found my very own Scotsman's name. It is Poppy srón mór dubh. 

That means Miss Poppy of the Big Black Nose. Ha. I can be a pretend Scotsman too. If I want to. I do not have to eat the porridge. Ha. Good for me.

We have going to have lots of pizza tonight. Because it is cousin Orlaith's last night to stay in our house. Before she goes back to way far away Ireland. To go to her nice university. 

So we are having a special see-you-later dinner. Before she goes all away. 

Maybe she will come back next summer time. And we can go for more nice walks. That is nice.