Friday, 17 May 2019

Day Two Thousand Four Hundred and Eighty Eight 

Craig and Zita and I got up early this morning. I do not know why. 

I took Zita for a nice walk before the go fast bicycle took her way downtown. To mind the rascal ladies.

It was a no sunshine at all day this morning. Too bad for us.

Craig and I had a delicious cinnamon bun for our breakfast. 

It was a giant cinnamon bun. From Mister Kettleman’s store. 

A man on a bicycle brought it to us last night. And a tasty bagel sandwich too. For our dinner. 

But the cinnamon bun was not for our dinner. It was for our tasty breakfast. Ha.

My friend Niamh went to a cottage today. At lunchtime. With her stretching clothes store friends.

They went in a no noise at all car. Ha. 

They are even going to sleep there. In the cottage. Oh dear. 

Yesterday Mister Paul fixed our light. After he had his too much coffee with Craig. That is good.

Today Emmet is going to visit all his friends from his old nice university. 

All his friends who know all the interesting things about the really old times. In the way far away places. 

And they are going out for an altogether dinner. At a too many chips restaurant. With beer too. Ha.

So there will only be Craig and Zita for me to mind.

Maybe they will go out for a tasty dinner together too. 

Because it is our nice Queen’s Sing Happy Birthday day holiday. Ha.

That is a good holiday. 

Craig and I had the special very crunchy for toasts bread for our lunch. 

With just lots of delicious honey on top. That is a good lunchtime. 

Then I little bird fell down dead on my patio. Oh dear. That is sad. 

My friend Emmet dug a hole for it. 

So it could not be bothered when it was all dead. That is good.

In long long time ago Ireland they made giant stone houses for the just all dead people. 

So they would not be bothered either.


My family and cousin Simon too went right inside the buildings. They were all empty. 

They even saw the little ones. And they were all empty too. That is good.


But it was a long time ago. Even before I was living here in our house to mind them. Oh dear.

After lunchtime Emmet went to our nice bank. Up on the busy street.

To give them the money from from important prizes. And get bottles of wine too. 

For Mister Morgan’s Sing Happy Birthday party. That is good. 

It is a tomorrow pay. Not today.

Maybe we will watch the from far away detectives tonight. 

We have a very big bag of chips. Ha. 

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