Saturday, 15 April 2017

Day One Thousand Seven Hundred and Thirty Five

It is Craig's go to his old friends breakfast Saturday.

So Zita and I took him all the way there. Up to the very busy street. So nobody got lost. 

Then we went for our big long walk. By ourselves. 

It was a blue sky everywhere day. But there were no sheep clouds. Oh well. 

Maybe Miss Maggie and Mister Shadow were having a holiday too. Maybe. 

Niamh went to our centre building to teach toe dancing early in the morning. 

But it is a no toe dancing holiday. Nobody told her. Oh dear.

So she went back to her comfy bed. For a new nap. Ha.

When Craig came home he had brand new for the television programs. From Mister Tom. 

Even one about nice dogs going on long walks in way far away England. Ha. That is good. 

At lunchtime Emmet went to watch his friends play the Irish hit everybody with the big wooden stick game. 

It is a very old game. But it is a silly game. It is known. 

Then he went out his his friends to drink Irish tea. And maybe his friends will drink beer too. Ha.

Zita brought him home. 

Because they played a bit far away. Across the bridge over our very big river. 

And it was all windy rain in the afternoon. Oh well. 

We are having a family party tonight. It is not a cheese party. 

It is the tasty treats on a stick party. Ha. That is a good party.

Mister Bill and Miss Ginny and Miss Bruna and Mister Lyndon are coming too. That is a good party. 

I helped Zita make the special very tasty dessert. 

With the cream whipped up like snow. And lots and lots of strawberries. On top. Ha. That is a good dessert. 

This morning Niamh got her new go fast bicycle up from the basement. To go to our centre building.

It was not my friend Mister Clifford. He is still having his vacation. 

Because he has a broken seat. Mister Clifford is very old. Like Craig. But he is way fast. Craig is not so fast. Ha. 

Last night we watched the detective from way far away Italy. 

He is an eat at tasty restaurants detective. Ha. 

He does not have a nice dog. Only a lady who makes his house neat and tidy. Oh well. Too bad for him. 





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