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.
