Day One Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety One

I had a just a bit busy day.

We had toasts before Zita and I went for our nice walk. To see to all fast asleep ducks. Oh well. 

It was a very sunny day today.  But no nice sheep clouds. Just all blue forever sky. 

We have flowers in our own garden. Red flowers. I can see them right from my watching window. Ha. We will have lots and lots. That is good.

And the nearly falling into the pond trees are all very green. Again. That is good too. 

Niamh dropped her telephone again. Now it does not work at all. Of dear. 

Miss Julia drove Niamh to dance a lot school this morning. That was nice. 

Craig worked nearly all the day for our nice Queen. Making things on the computer. For only her. With lots of words. That is good. 

Craig is good with lots of words. That is why he helps me with my stories every day. It is not so hard for him. Except for the spelling. Oh well. 

Tonight is Emmet's stay until late at night day at his nice university. 

He had donuts for his dinner. Oh well. We will bring him come all full up. With donuts. Ha. 

Only Craig and Zita and I had our lovely dinner together. We had Mister Kettleman's tasty special for dinner bagels. 

Emmet and Niamh were all too school busy.  Too bad for them. 

Before our dinner Zita went over to Doctor Susan's house. So she would have nice squeaky clean clothes. 

Then Zita drove Jack to his teacher's house. Because Doctor Susan is still way too sore. And can not drive her cars. Not even the little one. Oh dear.

This afternoon we played with all the beautiful pictures. We put them everywhere. Not just where they used to be. Oh dear. 

Maybe it will be all changed. Everywhere and I will get lost. In my own house. Maybe. Oh dear.

Last night on the television we saw a giant fire. In our own country. But far away. Everywhere was all on fire. Even the very big trees. Oh dear.

Everybody had to run away fast. Lots and lots and lots of people. And all their dogs too. I saw them. Oh dear.

Lots of the nice houses were all burned up into just nothing. Oh dear. 

Now they do not have their own comfy beds to sleep in. That is not right. 

Craig gave them some money on his telephone. Craig never drops his telephone. Ha. 

Our nice Queen sent a letter saying thank you to everybody who helped the poor people who had to fast run away. 

And she said she was very sorry about the all burned up houses. Oh dear.