Day One Thousand Nine Hundred and Twenty Nine

It was Saturday old friend breakfast day. That is my favourite day.

Zita and I took Craig to his old friends breakfast restaurant today. Altogether. Ha. That is right.

We found Mister Paul. Right on the street. All by himself. 

Maybe he was lost. Ha. But we found him. Good for us. 

Then Zita and I went to look at the empty ponds. Ha. Good for us. 

Craig and Mister Paul went up to the busy street. To find the old friends restaurant. Ha. 

Niamh was all awake early today.

Because she has a big story to write. For her nice university. 

But she has to read lots and lots first. 

You have to know everything before you can write a brand new story. Oh dear. 

Knowing everything takes a very long time. It is known. 

Then Mister George came to our house for a tasty lunch today. 

We had Mister Kettleman’s brand new bagels. I like bagels too. That is good.

Mister George has a farm. In not so far away Kingston. 

And dogs too. To guard his farm. Ha. That is a good job.

Craig gave him two make beautiful music machines. 

So Mister George and Miss Suze can have more nice music in their very old farm. 

Because we have too many music machines. In the scary basement. It is known. 

Their very old house is all made of stones. Just like a castle. Ha. That is silly. 

Maybe they have their own ghosts. Maybe. 

Mister George has a very loud tractor. 

Because he has a farm. Ha. That is right. 

Mister George drove Zita to downtown to get some stuff for the rascal ladies. 

Because he has nearly a truck. Ha. Then they came back to our house. To talk more. I had a nice nap. 

Zita and I had a very nice before dinnertime walk. It was not very dark outside today.

Maybe we will watch the nice detectives tonight. Maybe we will have chips. Ha. Good for us.