Wednesday, 18 January 2017

Day One Thousand Six Hundred and Forty Eight

My friend Niamh got caught by a nasty flu. 

I did not even see it come in. Oh dear. 

Maybe somebody did not lock the door. Maybe. Oh dear. 

She had a sick tummy lots and lots of times all last night. And even today too. Oh dear.

Zita stayed with her all night. I stayed with Craig. So the flu could not catch him.

Zita and I did not go for a nice walk this morning.

Because of Niamh's sick tummy.

She has to take very nasty medicine. So she would not have an all the time sick tummy. Oh dear. 

She fell fast asleep on the comfy rug. In the living room. I stayed right with her. To guard her. 

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In case the nasty flu tried to get back in my house.

Zita said I was the best nurse she ever saw. That is true. It is my job. It is known.

Craig drove Emmet to his other university this morning. 

Zita did not go to work today. 

Because Zita and I had to take care of Niamh. 

Niamh could not go to her nice work today. Oh dear. That is not so nice. Or even tomorrow. Oh dear. 

Niamh likes to go to work at the centre building. 

Because she is not so all right just yet. 

Craig said soon it will be another special Scotsman's day. 

For an old Scotsman who used to drink too much. And wrote lots of poems. 

I cannot understand them. Oh well. Too bad for him. Oh well.

Craig said that he even wrote poems all about nice Scotsmen's dogs. That is good.

Craig was not anybody today. He just had to read a little bit for our nice Queen. 

I did not help him. I was too buy taking care of my friend Niamh. 

There is a little squirrel who runs right on top of my hedge. Every day. Back and forth. 

I bark and bark at it.  It does not care. That is not right. 

Today is Emmet's very busy day. 

He has to go to his nice university today. At dinnertime. For his all about making way old beer class. 

Maybe we will watch the television tonight. When he comes home to our house. 

Maybe some way far away detectives. Ha. That is good. 


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