Day One Thousand Six Hundred and Eighty Three

Zita and I went for a not so long walk this morning. 

Because everywhere was way too slippy. 

Because of the freezy rain last night. 

Maybe we would just fall down. And be all hurt. So we just came home.

Then Craig made the too much coffee and Zita made the toasts. So they would not be too toasty today.

Then Zita went to her own door office. 

Emmet was all awake early today. He is nearly all finished his very last long stories. For all his universities. Ha.

Last night Zita read one of the stories when she was all in her comfy bed. After Craig had his squeaky clean bath. Ha.

The nice cleaning people came today to make the house all neat and tidy. 

I stayed in the bedroom and guarded the comfy bed. All by myself. Ha. Good for me.

Then Niamh came home. And Miss Rima too. 

They made their own very tasty lunch. Before they went to their before dinnertime work. 

It was just all cooked vegetables. There were no tasty green beans. Too bad for me.

Yesterday Mister Bill caught a fish. Right underneath the ice. In our outside chair. 

But it was too way way too small. I saw the picture. Oh well. Too bad for him. 

The fish did not catch him. That is good. 

Last night we watched the lady and her friend the detective. From way far away. 

Everybody thought there was a giant scary cat. But it was only a nasty person. Ha. 

I did not watch it so much. I had a nice nap. We did not have any chips. Oh well.

This morning the people from far away said Emmet could live in their very little apartment. That is good. 

When he is at his new very old university. In far away. I do not think that is so good. 

He will not have a big very nice dog to guard him there. Oh dear. That is not right.

Two of our cousins Miss Ciara and Miss Emma are coming for a little visit. 

From way far away Ireland. Before summer is here. Ha. 

I know Miss Ciara. She was here before. I remember her. 

They will live in the basement. In the other nearly a bedroom. With the brand new big television. 

And with Niamh's play scary games computer. 

Maybe we will watch one of Mister Tom's detectives tonight. Maybe we will have chips. Maybe.