Day Two Thousand Three Hundred and Forty Three

I had a very nice day.

But my friend Craig did not have a very nice morning. 

He dropped the too much coffee machine. And it went smash. With glass all over everywhere.

Then he was very very loud. Oh dear. 

I had to just sit on my own bed. So I would not get all cut feet. Oh well. 

Then the toast was way too toasty. Oh dear. Too bad for us. 

And he forgot all about my good morning breakfast. Oh dear.

When Zita came home she had to use the very noisy machine to make the kitchen floor all as clean as could be. 

She brought even more treats for our Merry Christmas time parties. And bottles of wine too. Ha. Good for us.

Then Zita and I went for our before lunchtime walk. There was nobody on our streets.

Because it was very cold outside today. Oh dear. So went to the busy street. 

And then to our nice bank. I got the only for polite dogs tasty treat giant cookie. Ha. That is good. 

Last night Zita found the baby Jesus and all his friends. In the basement. In the wrong box. Oh dear.

But now we found it. That is good. 

And now they all will live on top of the goes round and round for books table. 

Even the buffalo and the moose and the fierce polar bears too. 

But they have to have very fierce Scotsmen minders. With giant axes. 

Because sometimes people are not good listeners. 

And just do what they want. And do not listen to smart people. Oh dear.

So the Scotsmen of the black axe have to be minders. For all Merry Christmas time.

To remind people to be very polite. Or they will just be all chopped up. 

For the polar bears lunchtime. Ha. That is good. 

My friend Niamh is downtown working again. At the special just for the exercise too much clothes store. 

But my friend Emmet had a big sleep in. He was very happy.

Because he got giant numbers on his for the Harvard university exam. Ha. 

But not for the just all about lots of numbers part. Oh well. 

He was very happy. He does not want to learn about lots of too many numbers. 

Just very very old Irish and Welsh and Scottish stories. 

About famous people. With swords and maybe even some magic words. Ha. Those are good stories.

Zita and I were very busy. Making the special only at Merry Christmas time full of meat pies.

Because tomorrow is our for all our friends party. Ha.

And Craig was all busy again wrapping all the secret presents. 

You cannot even see the dining room table.

Because of all the presents. Ha. That is good.

He had Mister Richard’s tasty own made chocolate treat for his lunch. Oh dear.

I could not have any. Too bad for me.