Nell: Morning. What was the matter with David?

Me: He wanted Harriet to come downstairs.

Nell: Where was she?

Me: Upstairs. She’d found a patch of sunshine and was warming herself.

Nell: Sensible girl.

Me: It made me think.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: It’s the same as a pocketful of happiness, isn’t it?

Nell: What do you mean?

Me: In darker times we need to find a patch of sunshine.

Nell: We do.

Me: I had a lovely FaceTime with Chris and Shannon at the weekend.

Nell: Good.

Me: They were in their new house and showed me around.

Nell: An exciting time.

Me: Marvin was there, too. He loves the garden.

Nell: A garden is important for us dogs.

Me: Seeing how happy Chris and Shannon are in their new home has made me happy, too.

Nell: Yes.

Me: And the feeling of happiness has stayed with me and carried me through sad times.

Nell: I’m glad to hear it.

Me: So, in a way I’m like Harriet. I’ve found my patch of sunshine and I can go there when I need to.

Nell: But David has to stay downstairs.

Me: I wouldn’t say that, Nell.

Nell: If he takes the patch of sunshine there won’t be any room for anyone else.

Me: I suppose not, although I’d like to think it could be shared.

Nell: Sharing is caring.

Me: Dave’s patch of sunshine was when Harriet heard him crying and came downstairs. She gave up her sunshine for him.

Nell: And made another for them both.

Me: That’s true.

Nell: It must have been a very large patch.

Me: I think it grows when it’s shared.

Nell: You’re having a rather insightful morning.

Me: I am, aren’t I?

Nell: Don’t worry. It won’t last.

Me: No. Sorry.

Nell: Good morning. You’re late today.

Me: Harriet and I were having Monday Cuddles and we forgot the time.

Nell: Monday Cuddles?

Me: Mondays can be a bit difficult so cuddles are needed.

Nell: What’s difficult about Mondays?

Me: Start of the week, back to work, back to school. All that kind of thing.

Nell: There’s a sadness in your voice. Why?

Me: A lovely woman I’ve known online for several years died quite suddenly in Canada at the weekend. She was only in her fifties and it really shocked me.

Nell: It would do.

Me: Her name was Fiona Bird. She was from Yorkshire. Her family back home must be devastated as is her husband, Ben, who tried to save her. He was the love of her life and she was his.

Nell: Did you tell him she’s safe and reunited with the ones she loved?

Me: I did. She loved animals so I know they’ll have been waiting for her.

Nell: They will. She will be watching over Ben now.

Me: It must be hard to see people grieving.

Nell: It’s the hardest part of being a Guardian.

Me: Heartbreaking.

Nell: Please know I’m always here to listen if you need me.

Me: Thank you. Anyway, I needed to find a pocketful of happiness today and I found it in cuddling Harriet.

Nell: That was exactly the right thing to do.

Me: I thought so.

Nell: Harriet is a strong and capable animal.

Me: I think Dave might be a little jealous, though.

Nell: You’d better cuddle him, too. Cuddling is one of David’s strengths.

Me: It is. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.

Nell: You have to find happiness where you can. Even in the midst of sadness.

Me: I am sad. Sorry.

Nell: No sorries. Not today.

Nell: The Weather Guardians tell me you should expect rain today.

Me: They’re right. It’s been raining for hours.

Nell: Why did you wake Nigel? He was happily asleep in the Yellow Chair.

Me: I was checking in on everyone as I know you like me to keep you updated.

Nell: So, how are they all? Nigel seems tired.

Me: Harriet felt a lot better yesterday but she’s still asleep upstairs so we’ll have to see how she is later.

Nell: And David?

Me: Dave is upstairs snoozing and waiting for bacon.

Nell: It seems everyone is trying to have a lie-in except you.

Me: Herr Hoffmann’s been up for hours baking.

Nell: He’s always up early. Does Sunday Songs have a theme today?

Me: It might be Singing in the Rain?

Nell: You just made that up, didn’t you?

Me: Yes, but the Welsh Corgi Choir are wearing sou’westers, so it’s possible.

Nell: Try not to get too wet and remind everyone to wipe their feet on the doormat when they get back.

Me: There’s no need. Veronica will clean it up. She’s amazingly hard-working. We’re rather fond of her.

Nell: She’s a robot.

Me: She talks to us. Tells us when she’s cleaning her mops and when she’s going home to her station.

Nell: Good grief.

Me: I’m looking forward to our Sunday roast today. It’s roast chicken with all the trimmings.

Nell: Not bread sauce, I hope. Horrible stuff.

Me: Of course, and chipolatas and stuffing and cauliflower cheese.

Nell: Give me cranberry sauce any day.

Me: We’re having both, and lots of roasted vegetables and gravy. We’re even having mashed potatoes and Yorkshire puddings.

Nell: I thought you said Harriet was on a diet?

Me: It’s Sunday, Nell, and it’s raining.

Nell: No excuse.

Me: Sorry.

Me: Dogs hate closed doors.

Nell: It’s important we can access all areas at all times.

Me: Not when there are deliveries, or people need privacy.

Nell: Why did you shut Nigel alone in the bedroom?

Me: He wasn’t alone. I was there and so was Harriet.

Nell: And David?

Me: Dave was there, too.

Nell: I can’t believe you forgot David. He isn’t exactly easily missed.

Me: Nigel kept turning his head to and fro to listen to Kev talking to the delivery man downstairs. It was sweet.

Nell: It was none of Nigel’s business.

Me: You said dogs should have access to all areas.

Nell: Potato, potahto.

Me: You did.

Nell: You sound a little tired.

Me: I am. Harriet woke me up in the night crying.

Nell: Why?

Me: She wanted to get on the bed but she was really stiff after a long walk.

Nell: Oh dear.

Me: I told her she was too heavy for me to lift her and she mustn’t try and jump.

Nell: Sensible.

Me: But she wouldn’t stop crying so I had to wake Kev and he lifted her on to the bed.

Nell: Was she alright after that?

Me: Yes. I stroked her and she went straight to sleep.

Nell: She’s going to have to lose weight.

Me: Yes, she is. I couldn’t get to sleep for ages afterwards as she reminded me of you.

Nell: I never cried and demanded to be lifted onto the bed.

Me: No, you were stoic and suffered silently.

Nell: It doesn’t have to be arthritis. She might have simply overdone it.

Me: You’re right.

Nell: But she might have to go slow on the Yorkshire puddings tomorrow.

Me: She won’t like it.

Nell: She’s going to have to lump it.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

Nell: Harriet’s looking rather serious this morning.

Me: It might be the cabbage soup.

Nell: Wasn’t it a success?

Me: Not really. I thought it was tasty but I might have been in the minority. Diets are difficult things.

Nell: They are indeed.

Me: I’m not sure they’re suitable for weekends.

Nell: What do you mean?

Me: Weekends are for treats.

Nell: I couldn’t agree more.

Me: We need cake. I made the mistake of watching The Great British Bake Off without anything sweet in the house.

Nell: Not even a biscuit?

Me: No.

Nell: Oh dear.

Me: It was agony.

Nell: Poppy made us a delicious lemon drizzle cake. Patrick can’t get enough of it.

Me: The Irish wolfhound?

Nell: He’s already the size of a horse.

Me: Dave’s only a pony.

Nell: He’s bigger than David and much louder.

Me: Dave’s often loud when Nigel’s around.

Nell: Aren’t we all?

Me: You used to scold Nigel terribly.

Nell: He was annoying.

Me: He only walked into the room.

Nell: It was enough.

Me: I hope you don’t scold Patrick like that.

Nell: Only sometimes, and he doesn’t care. Has there been any more news from Rupert?

Me: He’s in Ottawa with Mark and the Vietnamese president.

Nell: He certainly gets around.

Me: One of the best curries I ever had was at a Vietnamese restaurant near Berlin. It was so fragrant and delicious.

Nell: It’s far too early in the day to be talking about curry.

Me: Just saying.

Nell: They have unicorns in Vietnam.

Me: Unicorns are fictional animals, Nell.

Nell: The Saola is known as the Asian Unicorn.

Me: Really?

Nell: It has two horns and hasn’t been seen since 2013 but one can still hope.

Me: Hope what?

Nell: To see one.

Me: Right. Sorry.

Nell: Today would have been your late mother’s birthday, wouldn’t it?

Me: Yes. She’d have been 92.

Nell: Have a gentle day, please.

Me: I will.

Nell: Lovely photos.

Me: The weather was really warm.

Nell: The Weather Guardians say clear skies mean cooler nights.

Me: Have you ever considered being a Weather Guardian?

Nell: I’m not sure I can be bothered to train.

Me: You like talking about the weather.

Nell: I’m British. We all like talking about the weather.

Me: True.

Nell: What’s the matter with David? He seems ready to pounce.

Me: He saw a passing spaniel he didn’t particularly like.

Nell: Chasing a ball?

Me: Yes.

Nell: Spaniels can be extremely annoying.

Me: That’s nonsense, Nell. There’s nothing wrong with spaniels.

Nell: They’re like llamas. Giddy and excitable.

Me: You’re so judgmental.

Nell: I am not. Harriet is looking a little portly.

Me: There you go again.

Nell: Unfortunately weight gain often comes with age.

Me: Kev and I noticed that, too. We’re going to have to put her on a diet.

Nell: She gets more than enough exercise.

Me: She does, and she only eats half as much as Dave.

Nell: Nobody eats as much as David. You can’t use him as a measuring stick.

Me: No. We’re having cabbage soup for dinner today so at least that’s not fattening.

Nell: Cabbage soup?

Me: With other vegetables.

Nell: How disgusting.

Me: It’s delicious with a slice of homemade bread and farmhouse butter on the side.

Nell: I presume Harriet will only be given a dry cracker.

Me: No. She can have some soup.

Nell: On the side.

Me: I’m not sure we have any crackers.

Nell: We’re having steak and chips.

Me: That’s not very healthy.

Nell: With salad on the side.

Me: Right. Sorry.

Nell: I’m surprised David is allowed his toy on the silken cover.

Me: He isn’t bothering anyone.

Nell: Toys shouldn’t be allowed on beds.

Me: He loves it so much. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. Some people think dogs shouldn’t be allowed on beds.

Nell: Don’t be ridiculous.

Me: Just saying.

Nell: Has there been any news from Rupert?

Me: Not from Rupert himself. He’s been travelling.

Nell: Travelling?

Me: Yes. He’s been busy travelling with his Canadian friend, Mark. I think they might be in New York.

Nell: Is Mark a Canadian wolf?

Me: No, although some might say he’s a silver fox.

Nell: Rupert is travelling with a fox?

Me: It was a joke. Mark is the Prime Minister of Canada.

Nell: Stop joking and tell me who he really is.

Me: I’m not joking.

Nell: Are you telling me Rupert is friends with Mark Carney, the Prime Minister of Canada?

Me: You were friends with the late Queen, Nell.

Nell: Rupert never mentioned Mark.

Me: I might be exaggerating the friends part. I’m not sure they knew each other until recently.

Nell: How did they meet?

Me: Mark needed a bodyguard and Sally suggested Rupert.

Nell: Why?

Me: He’s strong, reliable and available. And Canadian, of course.

Nell: Available?

Me: You know Rupert’s been a little bit at sea since you left us.

Nell: I didn’t expect him to go travelling around the world with the Canadian Prime Minister.

Me: I’m sure he’ll be home soon.

Nell: What about his knitwear business?

Me: Myfanwy is running it in his absence with the help of the rest of the Welsh Corgi Choir.

Nell: Why didn’t you tell me at once instead of talking about toys on beds?

Me: Harriet only just told me.

Nell: It’s unacceptable.

Me: Sorry.

Me: Good morning.

Nell: Morning. Is it misty out there today?

Me: Yes, it is. The Bus Stop is actually shrouded in mist which is rather romantic.

Nell: I’m not sure Bus Stops can be romantic.

Me: How did you know it was going to be misty?

Nell: The Weather Guardians keep me informed. How is everyone?

Me: Dave and Harriet are funny together.

Nell: What do you mean?

Me: Harriet was doing her I am a Mysterious Animal Who Likes To Sit Alone on the Stairs thing when Dave came rushing out with one of his favourite toys and brought her back to earth.

Nell: Why was Harriet on the stairs?

Me: She does it now and again. She looks through the bannisters and won’t come down even if you ask nicely.

Nell: Maybe she just needs some quiet.

Me: I don’t know. Nothing can make her move except Dave.

Nell: Or bacon.

Me: Yes. Any kind of food.

Nell: I wouldn’t move for a sardine. Horrible things.

Me: Nobody mentioned sardines, although Dave and Harriet have them once a week and love them.

Nell: Poppy made us grilled sardines with Rat and Two Leaves yesterday evening.

Me: Rat? I know Poppy likes fish, but rat?

Nell: It’s some kind of vegetable dish.

Me: You mean ratatouille. Tomatoes with peppers, aubergines and courgettes.

Nell: I didn’t like it. Sardines have too many bones.

Me: If you press gently along a butterflied sardine’s back and turn it over, you can pull out the backbone and attached rib bones in one go.

Nell: That’s the most horrible thing you’ve ever told me.

Me: It isn’t alive, Nell. It’s gutted.

Nell: You’d be gutted if someone did that to you.

Me: I probably would.

Nell: Never speak of this again.

Me: Sorry.

Nell: I see you went down to the river.

Me: The sun was shining and walking there is so peaceful and relaxing.

Nell: Not with Harriet.

Me: No. She was running everywhere as usual. Bless her.

Nell: It’s looking lovely and green again.

Me: Yes. Nature is truly amazing.

Nell: It is.

Me: Just a few weeks ago the ground was parched and dry and look at it now.

Nell: The leaves will be falling soon.

Me: Is that why autumn is called Fall?

Nell: It is. Did you make sure Dave kept away from the horse chestnuts?

Me: We did. Horse chestnuts are poisonous to dogs.

Nell: They’re actually poisonous to everyone.

Me: Harriet is the colour of a horse chestnut.

Nell: No, she isn’t.

Me: She’s definitely a conker brown. Why do we call horse chestnuts conkers?

Nell: It means hard nut in Old English.

Me: I thought it was from the sound it makes when you play conkers and hit one with the other.

Nell: It might be from the French word ‘cogner’ which means ‘to hit’.

Me: I didn’t know you spoke French.

Nell: Of course I speak French. I lived in Paris for years.

Me: Did you really?

Nell: Yes, as an artist’s muse.

Me: I don’t know what to say about that.

Nell: Then don’t say anything at all.

Me: Do you have any plans for today?

Nell: Just the usual Monday chores.

Me: You have Monday chores?

Nell: Beds won’t change themselves.

Me: You’ve never changed a bed in your life.

Nell: I’ll have you know I worked my way through university as a chambermaid.

Me: I thought you trained to be a nurse.

Nell: I’ve done many things.

Me: Including fabricating the truth.

Nell: Did you mumble something? Enunciate, please.

Me: Sorry.

Me: You know when you can see someone is about to tell you something important and then they don’t?

Nell: No. Everyone tells me everything.

Me: Nonsense, Nell. You know exactly what I mean.

Nell: It’s early on a Sunday morning stop talking in riddles.

Me: Harriet was about to confide in me but she had Second Thoughts.

Nell: Second Thoughts?

Me: Yes, and a Sly Smile.

Nell: I need a cup of Earl Grey to deal with this. Why would Harriet have a Sly Smile?

Me: I don’t know. Maybe it’s the idea of a Sunday roast later?

Nell: She has a Sunday roast most weeks.

Me: Maybe there’s going to be a surprise at Sunday Songs?

Nell: Not the Beefy Choir, I hope.

Me: I saw the Whippets Institute minibus drive past the Bus Stop just now.

Nell: Rather early for them.

Me: Yes. I wondered if the Welsh Corgi Choir might be singing a belated Happy Birthday to Jonathan Sky?

Nell: It’s possible, but why arrive now? It’s not as if it’s a difficult song that needs rehearsing.

Me: Harriet doesn’t seem bothered. She’s gone back to sleep.

Nell: A sensible decision.

Me: Maybe it wasn’t a Sly Smile at all?

Nell: Good grief.

Me: Maybe it was a Loving Smile and Harriet didn’t have Second Thoughts at all?

Nell: I’m having Second Thoughts about today’s roast.

Me: Really?

Nell: It’s chicken, and I really want beef.

Me: Tell Poppy.

Nell: It’s too late now. The chicken’s stuffed.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: Never mind. I’ll still enjoy it and there’s always next Sunday.

Me: You’re right.

Nell: Besides, Poppy’s stuffing is delicious and there are bound to be sausages and cranberry sauce.

Me: I’m having Second Thoughts about our roast beef now.

Nell: Stop it.

Me: Sorry.