Day Two Thousand Six Hundred and Seven

Craig had a little sleep in today. 

But Zita and I did not. We went for our say hello to everybody walk. 

It was a very full of sunshine morning.

Then Zita went to the way too busy rascal ladies office. Her not so fast by went with her.

When Craig and I were all awake we had two fat toasts. We had jam too. Ha.

And we played catch the ball lots of times.

Then Niamh was a awake and had a squeaky clean shower right away.

Maybe she was all too dirty. Oh dear. 

She cannot go to her beautiful clothes store if she was all dirty. It is the rule. 

This morning we heard a program on the radio all about Mister Saint David. 

He is the dragons favourite Mister Saint. 

Because he is from way far away Wales too. Just like them. 

So that is why the Welsh people have a fierce dragon on their flag. Ha. 

Mister Saint David alway liked to make beautiful music. All by himself. 

So now everybody in way far away Wales sing all the time. Altogether. Ha. 

My friends Craig and Emmet are Davids. And Craig’s father too. 

But they are not Mister Saints. 

You have to be very very dead to be a Mister Saint. 

Like my friend Mister Saint Newton. It is known.

And Craig is not such a very good singer. Oh well. 

This afternoon Craig was just a bit busy finding stories for our nice Queen. 

But there were not so many interesting stories today. Too bad for her. 

So we played catch the ball lots of time after our lunchtime. Ha. Good for us.

Tomorrow is cousin Ciara’s important Sing Happy Birthday day. Ha.

And all the from way far away cousins are going to be there. 

To sing the happy birthday song. Out loud. 

And Emmet will be there too. Ha. 

Maybe he will take the not so dangerous train. Or a smelly bus. Maybe. 

Emmet does not like smelly busses. Oh dear me. 

The present man brought a box this afternoon. 

Craig did not open it. Maybe it is a secret present. Maybe. 

Maybe a Merry Christmas time secret present. Ha. 

Then another man brought another present. But it was a not for us present. Oh well.

After Zita and I had our dinnertime walk Craig and Zita went to a delicious food restaurant.

Because Craig said it was a long week. Oh dear. 

Maybe we have the wrong clocks again. Oh dear. Too bad for them. 

I will guard our house. Ha. 

I always get a peanut butter treat when I guard our house.