Saturday, 8 April 2017

Day One Thousand Seven Hundred and Twenty Eight

Today is Craig's go to his old friends breakfast restaurant. 

So Zita and I took him. So he did not get lost and starve all away. Ha.

We went right up on to the busy street. 

Zita's friend who has the beautiful shoes store stopped to say hello. To me too. That is nice. 

Zita always buys his beautiful shoes. 

Then Craig found the old friends restaurant so Zita and I went for our long walk.

It is a very beautiful day outside. We were all covered by the best blue sky. All over. 

But it was not very warm. Oh well.

When we came home Zita had to go to the very important meeting. 

With all the rascal ladies. Even on a holiday Saturday. All day. 

And Zita had to talk to some rascal ladies on the telephone last night. 

When we were watching the nice detective. That is not right. 

It was even at our go to bed time. That is not right. 

Last night Craig and Zita and Emmet went up to the busy street. 

To a tasty food restaurant. For a tasty special dinner.

Because all of Emmet's at university classes are over. 

Then they all came home and had tasty chocolate cake. Ha.

I got peanut butter treats for guarding the house. 

Today we found another catching ball in the melting all away snow.

So Craig and I played catch the ball lots of times this afternoon. Then we had a tasty croissant. 

Craig is not a very good croissant eater. So I have to help him. 

He does not like the crunchy ends. So I always eat them for him. Ha. 

Emmet is studying for his talk like a Scotsman remember everything exam. 

Niamh and Lee were studying for Niamh's remember everything about people exam. 

Everybody is very busy. 

Zita said maybe she would not be home for our lovely dinner. 

Because of the very important meeting. Oh dear. 

So maybe Craig will talk to Mister Tony on the telephone. 

And then Mister Tony's friend will bring us very tasty pizzas. Ha. That is good. 

I like pizza bits too. 

Craig's hockey team even won today. Ha. That is good. 

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