I had a nice long sleep. Last night. Going to the make you beautiful store makes me tired. Oh well.
Zita drove Niamh to her dance a lot school this morning. Because of her too big foot. She can not dance a lot today. Or her foot will not get better.
She can not teach at the dance a lot place tonight. Or dear.
Zita and I had a nice walk when she got home. And we had fat toasts again.
Emmet's cold is nearly all gone. He drank lots of Irish tea.
Irish tea will make you all better. And tasty lemon cookies. And warm socks. And your very own comfy pillows. It is known.
The nice man called Craig again. On the telephone. He wants Craig to help them to know what to do with all the brand new kinds of computers. Just for a while.
He will not be a knight. Our nice Queen is too busy. In way far away. Oh well.
They will give him real money instead. Maybe he will buy a way old castle. Just for us. Ha.
He will still will be able to play throw the ball with me. He told me. That is good.
Emmet is learning lots of new Latin words. He remembers all of them. I do not. Oh well.
The Mister Pope was on the television. Telling people to be nice. To everybody. Not just their friends. That is good. Some people did not believe him. Oh dear. Too bad for them.
Emmet said that they should read more of Emmet's way interesting fat books.
They would not say those things. They would be too scared. Because of the Mister Pope's Switzerland people. With the big pointy very sharp sticks. Ha.
The Mister Pope did not say to be nice to the nasty squirrels. I was a good listener. Ha. Too bad for them.
He did not speak all in Latin. I do not know why. Oh well. Maybe next time.
Craig and I had cheese toastys for our lunch. That is good.
He is still the nice French policeman. He has not caught any nasty people yet.
In his little town he gets presents. Of own made cheese. Ha. Because he lives in France where all the way tasty cheeses grow. It is known.
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