Day Three Thousand Two Hundred and Seventy Two

We had a very quiet day today.

But we got up early so the go fast car could take Niamh downtown to her work.

Emmet was up early too. 

Because it was his day too talk to his Professor John. In way far away England.

But Emmet was not feeling so well. Because of his shot.

So after his talking he went and had a very nice nap on his very comfy bed.

Zita had to talk to a rascal lady for a very very long time this morning so I was just her very quiet helper.

And Craig was just listening to his new book. 

So it was a very quiet day today. 

Sometimes very quiet days are the very best days too. 

There was not even a little bit of sunshine this morning. Oh well. Too bad for us. 

But we did not have any more windy rain. That was good. 

Now my pond is full right up to the top. Ha. 

At lunchtime Zita went to the very tasty bread store. So we can have good morning toasts. 

Sometimes even with special delicious jams. From far away places. Those are very good jams. 

And she found some giant croissants too. Ha. Toasty warm croissants are my my very favourite breakfasts. 

Then Zita and I went for a little walk. Just around here. 

Because it was a fat clouds sunny afternoon. That was a surprise. 

The present man brought Craig a brand new book. All about a nice nurse who is a detective too. 

In the middle of the war nobody wanted. Oh dear me. 

That was not such a good place to be a detective. Oh goodness me.

Emmet only came upstairs to make his tea. Because he is not feeling so well after his shot.

Just like Craig and Zita and Niamh. 

Then he went back to his comfy bedroom to have a big relax. That was a good idea. 

Craig and I went into the side yard and we played catch the ball. That was a good idea. 

We had a very tasty dinner but Niamh was a little bit late.

Because she was at a park talking to her friends.

But we waited for her.

Because we are very kind. 

And we did not want her to just forget to have any dinner at al. Ha. Good for us. 

Last night we watched the messy detective. Right in the den. And we had ice cream. 

Sometimes I get to lick the bowl as clean as can be. But not if it is a full of chocolate ice cream. 

But chocolate ice cream is not Craig’s favourite. He likes the nearly just white ice cream from far away France. Me too. 

And the too much coffee ice cream too. Ha.