Happiness is a wet dog

Me: I was thinking about life and what makes me happy.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: I think train journeys do that to you.

Nell: Do what exactly?

Me: They encourage you to contemplate. When I got home yesterday and we went down to the sea I realised.

Nell: Realised what?

Me: That happiness is a wet dog. There is nothing better than seeing your loved ones enjoying life. Just look at Harriet’s face.

Nell: Very true. Talking of loved ones, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day so everyone is wearing red.

Me: I thought it wasn’t Malcolm’s colour.

Nell: Susan knitted him a red scarf. She and Harriet have joined the Welsh corgi knitting circle.

Me: They aren’t Welsh corgis.

Nell: It doesn’t matter. They embrace diversity. They asked me to join but there is a little too much singing for my liking.

Me: Have you heard from Charlie?

Nell: No. He’s gone off radar and I am choosing not to dwell on why.

Me: Oh dear. It will be some exciting secret mission.

Nell: Did The Cat just walk by in a red leotard followed by David in a sequinned cloak?

Me: Yes.

Nell: Carrying Gladys in my handbag?

Me: Yes.

Nell: On a bed of rose petals?

Me: Yes.

Nell: And four chihuahuas in heels?

Me: Yes.

Nell: With roses in their mouths?

Me: I’m afraid so. Sorry.

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