Day One Thousand Four Hundred and Fifteen

It was another way too hot day. Zita and I only went for a little walk. 

Before everybody was all wide awake. Just us. Even my friends the ducks were not awake.

We had to go out early or the way too hot would have caught us. 

Then we had very late toasts. 

Because Zita called her mother and father on the telephone. To talk for a long time. Oh well. Too bad for me. 

And Craig had to stay in the comfy bed to watch the way fast cars race. They all crashed. Because of the rain. Oh dear. 

After we had our very crunchy toasts Zita got the noisy machine. It was in the scary basement. 

She had to make Niamh's special beautiful dance dress fit all perfect. 

But no way too tight. Ha. Too bad for Niamh.

Emmet has writing letters to professors at other nice universities. To find his next nice university. 

Not Mister Saint Paul's university. That is Zita's nice other university. 

Then Zita took Craig's mother to Zita's favourite coffee store. For a litte trip. That was nice.

Niamh did not even wake up until we had more pretend toasts. For our Sunday lunch. Oh well. 

Our tasty Sunday lunch today was very late today. Because everybody was very busy. Except Niamh. She was just all fast asleep. 

After out nice lunch Niamh's dance a lot friends came to our house for a little visit. To look at the way beautiful dresses. 

Niamh's friend Miss Rachel has a dog that looks like me. But it is very little. She told me. 

This is not Miss Rachel going to be a doctor. It is another Miss Rachel. The one who lives nearly far away. Near the little river. 

Then they all went out in the way too hot. Oh well. They are very silly. They will just turn into puddles. Ha. Too bad for them.

Craig had to get in the comfy bed this afternoon. To fix the music machine. The one in the bedroom. 

It was not working so very well. He had to put new fat wires everywhere. I do not know why. 

I did not help. I just stayed in the dining room. Guarding Zita. And Niamh's beautiful special dress. 

We only went for a very little walk this afternoon. I do not like the way too hot. Either does my friend Zita. 

They do not have the way too hot in way far away Ireland. Just the too much rain. Oh well.