Happy New Year

Me: My poor darling Harriet.

Nell: Yes. New Year’s Eve wasn’t quite how we planned.

Me: How is she this morning?

Nell: In a little pain but that’s to be expected with a torn ligament.

Me: How did it happen?

Nell: We were in the fields with Kev and David jumped the stream. Harriet was following him and lost her footing. I mean David could enter the Horse of the Year show so it’s not surprising it was too much for her.

Me: Oh dear. It was lucky we were able to reach Tom the vet and he could help.

Nell: Yes. She has her painkillers and Poppy made her a light breakfast of scrambled egg and a little toast. Jim brought flowers early this morning and Mutley is reading to her by the fire.

Me: I’m glad we were still able to have a party.

Nell: Yes. When I told Count Bingo about Harriet he said the party would come to her.

Me: I’ve never seen so many flamingos.

Nell: Gladys thinks that’s why Malcolm and Timothy won. Did you hear the applause? But personally I thought their fandango was a sight to behold and the win was thoroughly deserved.

Me: Timothy’s feather boa was inspired. Nothing can beat Poppy’s Pasa Doble though.

Nell: No. She is in a league of her own. I feel John might have been better as the bullfighter than the cape, though. He is a Doberman after all and Poppy is a small terrier.

Me: True. Has Charlie gone?

Nell: Yes. He and Sally had to get back to London. Some crisis brewing.

Me: I think 2019 is going to be our year, Nell.

Nell: Yes. An important year. The birth of a new grandchild in May, your book, and you turn 60 at the end of this month.

Me: Don’t remind me of that.

Nell: Life goes on and we shall embrace it with all four paws.

Me: I don’t have four paws.

Nell: But I do, and that’s enough paws for the both of us.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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