Me: Darling Harriet is finally home.
Nell: Please try not to fuss. She needs her sleep.
Me: I know.
Nell: I have everything under control and she is in safe paws. I have discussed post-operative care with our vets Alex and Tom. She is bound to be drowsy. Fortunately my training at the London Clinic will stand me in good stead.
Me: I didn’t know you trained as a nurse.
Nell: It’s a while ago now, but one doesn’t forget.
Me: Dave is being very good with her.
Nell: Yes. David knows his duties. He had a little cry when she came home but he pulled himself together and is watching over her now.
Me: She will like that.
Nell: Yes. I suggested he saves the song he wrote for tomorrow.
Me: Good idea.
Nell: Poppy has prepared chicken broth and rice for her tea. A light but nutritious supper.
Nell: Mutley will read to her when she wakes. We thought some Dickens might be nice. David Copperfield is one of her favourites and Mutley reads so well.
Me: You seem to have it all sorted.
Nell: You are on night duty, of course. Please don’t keep getting up to check she is breathing. It is so annoying.
Me: I can’t help worrying.
Nell: There is no need. Harriet is much stronger than we think.
Me: You are right.
Nell: I am going to sit with her now. If Monty Don calls from the Chelsea Flower Show just tell him I’ll get back to him.
Me: He won’t like that.
Nell: Harriet comes before flowers.
Me: Of course she does. Sorry.