We had a sleep in Sunday today.
Because it is not the same time as yesterday. I do not know why.
Craig says it is the rule. That is a silly rule.
Zita and I did not go for a good morning walk today.
Because there is even more too much snow. Again.
And it is all windy too.
So we stayed in our warm house and just looked out the watching window.
Then we had new croissants for our lunch with my friend Emmet. He is still in far away Antigonish.
He is all finished his giant important story. That is good.
But he is not finished his teaching everybody all about way old Wales.
After lunchtime Zita drove Niamh downtown to her beautiful clothes store.
When she came home we went for our afternoon walk. In the too much snow.
I was a soggy dog when we came home. I had to sit on a comfy towel. In the kitchen.
Until I was as dry as could be.
Then Zita had to write even more stories for the rascal ladies. At our dining room table.
And on sleep in Sunday. That is not right.
So I minded her. Right under the table.
The rascal ladies have too many all the time meetings. It is known.
Today is bagpipe music day. Oh dear.
But we did not play any bagpipe music at all.
Because Kathy and Richard are going to have a tasty dinner with us.
And you cannot play bagpipe music when you have a nice dinner with friends. Ha.
Or maybe they will not come back. Ha.
Niamh is working until late tonight. So she cannot have the tasty dinner with us.
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