Day One Thousand Three Hundred and Forty Five

We only had a little sleep in today. Oh well. 

Then Zita and I went for a little walk. To Emmet's old school. And back. It is not so windy today. 

Zita and I made brand new tasty little cakes for our breakfast. Ha. Good for us.

A nice lady came to my house in the afternoon. She was an old friend. 

She knows all about beautiful colours. For walls. But not for kitchens. 

Because we are going to have all brand new paint on all our walls. Ha. And even all new colours too. 

A man is going to come with paint brushes and make the house are beautiful again. That is nice.

My friend Niamh is still sick. In bed. 

Maybe she will go to her nice doctor tomorrow. If she is not all better. Zita said. 

She watched all the scary wolves and dragons program. On her fast computer. All by herself. In her cosy bedroom. 

Niamh is very brave. It is known. 

Last night Emmet and his university friends did not go to a too many chips restaurant. 

Emmet and Chris and Sava went to a real table sheets restaurant. With tasty food. Not just too many chips. 

Because now they are all grown up. Ha. They were surprised. Too bad for them.

Then they went to Chris's brand new apartment. In a giant building. It is his very own. It is all full of boxes. And a bed. Ha.

He just bought it. But it is all empty. Just his boxes. 

Craig and Zita had used pizza. I got crunchy pizza bits. Ha. Good for us.

After our dinner we watched all the people in Dublin. Being Irish. On the television. 

For the special because we are Irish day. We did not see any of our cousins. Oh well. 

Cousin Orlaith was not even there at all. 

She is still in her very old university. Beside the giant ocean. Writing stories. Just like Emmet. 

That is what you do at your university. And drink tea. And eat donuts. And talk to everybody.