Day One Thousand Two Hundred and Twenty Three

I had a nearly busy day.

Niamh did not go to her school today. She had to find brand new costumes for her dance a lot classes. For all the little dancers.

Zita was very busy with all the rascal ladies. She did not have her dinner with us. She had important meetings to go to. 

Craig and Emmet had to make the dinner. Just for them. They had tortellinis. All by themselves. And me too. 

We only have the silver little car car today. Zita's car is still finding it's do not get stuck in the snow tires. At Mister Mike's. 

Doctor Susan took Zita to her meetings. That is nice. 

Craig did not do anything today. Just thinking. For our nice Queen. Ha.

We had a peanut butter sandwich for our lunch. Just peanut butter. Not tasty jams. Oh well.

It is just rainy today. And not even cold at all. Just lots of windy rainy. I was just a bit soggy. 

Zita and Craig watched a different detective. Last night. He lived in way far away. I did not watch. I had a nice nap. 

I helped Niamh write a story. All about her. I am a way good helper. Niamh said so. 

The very fierce French policemen caught some of the nasty people. 

Then they were just all dead. But a very brave policeman's dog got killed. By a bomb. Oh dear. 

But he saved everybody. That is good. It was his job. Dogs are very good at jobs. Me too. It is known. 

I talked to Mister Saint Newton last night. When everybody was fast asleep in their cosy beds. About the very brave dog. 

Maybe Uncle Bill can give him a ride on his flying motorcycle. As a present. When he gets all up to heaven. 

Maybe they can be friends. Uncle Bill can speak French too. That is good. 

Heaven is way far away. I think it is a long long walk. With lots of sheep clouds all around. 

But there are lots of special wooden boxes with treats in them. For nice dogs. So we won't be all hungry. When we get there. To see our friends. It is known.