Harriet is home

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.

Me: Lovely.

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.

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