Day One Thousand Four Hundred and Sixty Two

We did not go for our nice walk until late today.

Because of the too much rascal ladies paper. Oh well.

We had lots of toasts. Instead. Ha. That was good.

Craig and I played catch the ball. A lot. That was good.

When my friend Niamh got home last night. She was all soggy. More even than the ducks. Oh dear.

There was lots and lots of rain last night. And loud thunder. At the very loud outside music concert. 

Niamh and Miss Rowan and Miss Rima were all soggy. All night. Too bad for them

And yesterday the make everybody cool machine at Niamh's big building did not work. Not even a little bit. Oh dear. 

Everybody just melted all away. Into little puddles. Oh dear. That is not right. Even Clifford was way too hot. 

Maybe they will fix it today. Maybe.

It was all cool in my friend Emmet's nice university. That is good. 

He was talking to all his friends at his nice university. All about way old things. And eating lots of donuts. 

Talking about way old things makes you hungry. Ha. 

My cheese party friends give Emmet little nearly real money cards for buying donuts. And tasty bagels. At his nice university. That is nice. 

Emmet likes donuts.

Last night a nasty man drove his big truck right on top of lots of people. 

And then they were all dead. Even little children. That is not right. Oh dear. Oh dear. 

In way far away France. We saw it on the television. In the den. Oh dear. That is not right.

I talked to my friend Mister Saint Newton last tonight. He told me there will be lots of nice dogs to help the little children. 

Maybe even my friend Zorro. He would be a big help. He is a very kind dog. It is known. 

Maybe Miss Zoé's family should not go there. Maybe they should only go to way far away Ireland. 

All the roads in Ireland are too little for big trucks. It is known. They are just full up with lots of not so very dangerous sheep. 

Zita and Doctor Susan went out shopping this afternoon. Because of the special nearly here wedding.

It was all very loud rain this afternoon. And loud thunder noises too. 

I went into the bedroom and had a nice nap. Noisy rain is not so scary when you have your own pillow to lie on. It is known. 

Emmet had to stand under a tree when he went for his nice walk. He did not get all soggy. That is good.

Niamh had to stay at the centre building until dinner time tonight.