At least Gladys is safe

Nell: It’s amazing how wet one can get. Did you enjoy the wind howling round the tent this morning?

Me: Not really.

Nell: It’s National Dog Day today, sometimes called Dog Appreciation Day.

Me: Is it? Happy National Dog Day everyone.

Nell: Yes. Never mind. This is certainly a different kind of Sunday.

Me: I agree.

Nell: No morning papers with a cup of Earl Grey.

Me: No.

Nell: Although there was something grey in my tin mug but I am past caring.

Me: Poppy cooked an excellent fry up.

Nell: She did. The rain added moisture.

Me: Yes.

Nell: I don’t think David should go anywhere near our tent again. It’s not much, but it’s home.

Me: I agree.

Nell: Yes. As we were walking back from the beach I did think to myself that one of the tents looked a little saggy.

Me: Yes.

Nell: And I even remarked that it looked a lot like ours with the middle caved in.

Me: You did.

Nell: And indeed it was ours with the middle caved in.

Me: It was.

Nell: So it seems David was playing catch with Poppy over our tent. In the rain.

Me: Yes.

Nell: Using Gladys as a ball.

Me: She didn’t mind.

Nell: And he slipped and fell.

Me: Yes, but he saved Gladys.

Nell: Well, that’s alright then.

Me: And Jim put the tent back up.

Nell: Yes, he did. Thank goodness for Jim. And everything will dry eventually.

Me: So all’s well that ends well, really.

Nell: Except that David burst the air bed.

Me: He did what?

Nell: But at least Gladys is safe and warm in my handbag. We should be thankful for that.

Me: Yes, sorry.

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