Day One Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty Seven

We had a nice sleep in today. Because it is sleep in Sunday. Ha. Good for us.

We had toasts before we went for our nice walk. Before the little bit of rain. 

Zita say we need more lots of rain for our beautiful flowers. Or they will not be so beautiful. Oh well. 

I do not like being a soggy dog so much.

Craig put all the black music machines back together. He had to put them all away because of Mister Nick and all the brand new paint. 

It took him a long time. Too many wires. I saw them. 

Craig's friend from when he was not so nearly retired came to our house yesterday. To get a music machine. 

It was just all free. Because it was not black. Just shiny silver. Ha. 

We have lots and lots of music machines. The way too big and heavy ones live in the scary basement. I do not know why. Oh well. 

I helped Zita make the tasty peaches pudding. For our special just on Sunday's breakfasts. We always make it all by ourselves. 

No just from boxes to help us. Ha. We even used Scotsman's oatmeal. Just for Craig. Ha.

This afternoon Zita had to go to lots of stores to find beautiful cloth for Niamh's special beautiful dress. 

Niamh could not go. Because of the too much homework. Oh dear.

Craig helped her make it all beautiful. That is what fathers do. It is their job. And telling stories. And telling you to be home early. Ha. 

Emmet is going back to his nice university in two days. He is already reading his interesting story books. Oh dear. 

He did not have so much vacation. Oh dear. 

Emmet went for a long walk. Even in the little rain. He was only a bit soggy. That is good.

Craig and Zita and I watched brand new detectives last night. From Mister Tom. It was a more writing on the television detectives. I had a nice nap. 

We do not know if the nasty people will get caught. We have to wait for more from Mister Tom. Oh dear. 

Maybe we will watch something tonight too. After dinner.