Because everywhere there are all upside down cars. Oh dear. That is not right.
Craig and I saw them last night. On the television.
And they do not have any giant take the snow away machines.
Just men with little shovels. Oh dear. That is not right.
Even very nice horses were all covered up in too much snow. Oh dear.
The aeroport is all full up with snow. And all the aeroplanes too. Oh dear. Oh dear.
And nobody can have any toasts because all the bread is gone. Oh dear.
Craig and I had three toasts this morning. And we played catch the ball too. Ha.
Because it is not cold here. All the too much snow is melting. That is silly weather.
Today is Mister Saint David’s day. He is from Wales. Maybe he has his own dragon. Maybe.
Emmet is learning how to talk to very old people from Wales.
Dragons are very very old. Maybe Emmet can talk to them. Or Mister Saint David too. Ha. That is good.
Niamh is nearly all finished her very big story for her nice university.
Last night Niamh and Orlaith read it out loud. In the kitchen. And then they made a cake. Even when I was fast asleep.
The beautiful horses policemen called our house this morning. Early. But we were fast awake. Ha. Good for us.
They told us that Cousin Orlaith is really Cousin Orlaith and now she can go to her own little office next week. Ha. That is good.
Maybe she will see all the buffalos too. Maybe.
Buffalos are not afraid of too much snow.
They should go to way far away Dublin and be a big help. It is known.
They could take Zita to the aeroport. All by themselves. Ha. That is a good idea.
But I do not talk buffalo. Oh dear.
Miss Jo came to my house and Niamh and Orlaith and Jo went to the only knows how to cook breakfasts restaurant.
That is a silly restaurant.
Then Craig looked at Emmet’s other brand new story. All about the way old Gods. But only in long long ago Ireland.
He will make it all beautiful. It is not so hard to make Emmet’s stories beautiful anymore.
Because he writes lots and lots of them. Ha. Good for him.
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