Sunday, 26 November 2017

Day One Thousand Nine Hundred and Fifty One

It is sleep in Sunday. Everybody only had a little sleep in.

Except Craig. He had a long sleep in. I kept him company. Ha.

Zita and Niamh went early shopping for secret presents. For way far away Ireland. 

When they came home Zita made own made real pancakes. For our altogether lunch. 

My friend nearly Emmet was here too. On Zita’s fast computer. Ha. That is good. 

He is teaching the brand new students tomorrow. All about his friends the way old from way far away Gods. 

Emmet will be coming home to his own comfy bed. When he is finished his important exam. On the train. 

It is our not very dangerous trains. Not the Russian just fall over and crash trains. That is good. 

When he is all safe at home he will have his own comfy pillows again. 

And I will go down at night to make sure he is all comfy and toasty warm. Ha. 

Everybody should have their own comfy pillows. It is known.

After lunch Niamh went back to her cosy bed. 

Because she was very tired. She worked for too long at the Centre Building on Friday. 

Now she is too tired to be all wide awake. Oh dear. 

Zita made a secret present package. For way away. All covered with sticky tape. 

So nothing will just fall out. Ha. That is good. 

All our streets are as empty as can be. 

Because everybody is down at the busy street. They are going to the very important football game. Ha.

And the policemen told everybody not to park on our streets. 

Or the take them away trucks will catch them. Ha. And just take the cars away to car jail. Oh dear. 

Zita put up the brand new beautiful lights in our patio bushes last night. 

Before the too much snow comes to catch us. 

We watched the scary from far away detective program. Now it is all over. That is good. 

After our dinner we will watch the important football game from just up on our busy street. 

On the television. In our warm den. With chips. Ha. Good for us. 



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