Day Two Thousand Three Hundred and Fifty One

Zita and I went for our before breakfast walk today. But it is still slippy outside.

But we did not fall down at all. Good for us.

Craig had a sore shoulder sleep in. So I kept his feet warm. Good for me. 

Zita talked to her parents in way far away Dublin. On the telephone. 

Because today is the last day. Oh dear. That is not so good. 

Now the year will be just gone. I do not know where it goes. 

Maybe the nice garbage men take it away in their noisy truck.

Maybe the present man brings us the new one. Maybe. 

Nobody told me. Oh well. Too bad for me.

Then Miss Tamina came to make the house all spic and span. 

So the house will be beautiful when everything is brand new tomorrow. Ha. That is good.

And then we talked to my friend Emmet on Zita’s computer. In the den today. 

Because of Miss Tamina’s noisy machine. 

Emmet is very busy. In his little apartment.

Because he has to read lots and lots.

Because he has to teach the new students all about the magic sword King. Ha.

Tomorrow Emmet and all his nearly a Professor friends are going to have hot chocolates altogether. And talk about everything. Ha. In the empty university.

Because they have their own keys. Ha. 

Zita drove Niamh to her downtown job today. 

She is going out tonight. With her friends. In their most beautiful clothes. And their only for parties shoes.

Because of the very last night tonight. Oh dear. 

Craig and Zita and I are not going out. 

We are going to have tasty treats instead. And maybe watch a new Mister Tom program. Ha.

Zita will have lots of Irish tea too. 

Maybe I will get tasty treats. Maybe a Miss Rima treat. Ha. 

After lunchtime Zita went to the not very far away IKEA store.

Not to have a not for so much money breakfast. That is Craig’s and Mister Paul’s job. Ha.

Zita went just to get shelves for the too many too heavy music machines. 

Last night we put more on the old shelves until they were nearly full up.

And there were lots more on the floor. Oh dear. 

We even found Craig’s father’s very old music machine. And it is not just black. Ha. 

Zita came home we went for our early before dinnertime walk. After Miss Tamina went home.

Then Zita talked to auntie Eileen. In way far away Ireland. 

And Craig and Zita put all the brand new big shelves together. I was a big help. 

I did not get in the way so very much. Ha. Good for me.

Then Niamh and Miss Rima and Miss Taryn came here to make a delicious dinner. 

And get themselves as beautiful as can be. 

Because they are going to a last day party.

After dinnertime Craig and Zita filled all the brand new shelves all up too. Ha.

Then we watched the brand new story about the old detective from way far away Belgium.

That is where they make the very tasty skinny chips. Ha.

But we did not have any chips tonight. Oh well.

And then when it was all over we went all to fast asleep. 

Because tomorrow will be all brand new. 

You cannot be too tired when everything is brand new. It is known.