Our island

Me: Wasn’t the tide far out that day, Nell?

Nell: Yes. We could almost walk to the island.

Me: Amazing. Symbolic even.

Nell: Good grief.

Me: Let the tide flow out and you too can reach your island.

Nell: What are you trying to say?

Me: I’m not sure.

Nell: Just leave all that to me.

Me: Yes. Probably best.

Nell: You often get like this at this time of the year.

Me: Philosophical?

Nell: No. Maudlin.

Me: I’m just mulling over life.

Nell: No. You are just thinking about getting older because it’s your birthday soon.

Me: I don’t like it.

Nell: Nobody does. But that’s the way it works. Personally I wear my grey chin with pride.

Me: Yes.

Nell: And Mutley’s white face is a thing of beauty.

Me: It is.

Nell: So let’s embrace the going out of the tide because then we can fully appreciate our island.

Me: That’s what I said.

Nell: It’s what you meant to say.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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