Day One Thousand Two Hundred and Thirty Three

It is a not so busy Sunday.

Zita had to get up early to talk to way far away. Because her father had to go to a nice hospital. Last night. Only for a little while. 

But he all home now. He taked to Zita on the telephone. That is good.

Niamh and I went for a nice walk. She was not all fast awake. I was. Ha. Too bad for her. 

Zita made the very special own made peach nearly a pie. But with a way crunchy top. For our lunch. It is Emmet and Niamh's favourite. 

Niamh likes the crunchy bits. And Emmet only likes the peachy insides. That is good. 

Emmet is nearly all finished with his very long story for Professor Jill. That is good. 

He has to tell everybody all the fat books he read. Each one. I do not know why.

All afternoon Zita and Niamh looked at all the nice universities. On their computers. 

Niamh does not know which university she would like to go to. It is way confusing. Niamh told me so. Oh dear. 

I do not like confusing. The rules about barking are confusing. It is known. It is hard being a dog. 

Tonight we are going to have own made pizza. From the special tasty food store. Because of the very important football game. On the television. 

With our very own team. Ha. Good for us. Maybe they will win. Maybe.

We are going to eat in the den. All of us. Even me. 

We are going to have lots of party food. Just no cheese. Too bad for me. 

Just chips. And cheesy popcorn. And all fizzy drinks. And pretzels for Emmet. Oh well.