Me: There is Chris with Mutley. They both hate looking at the camera.
Nell: Yes, they do. As it’s Chris’s Birthday today I thought we should have a photo of him.
Me: I wish he didn’t live so far away in Toronto but it is what it is.
Nell: Yes. We feel the same way. In fact I wrote a poem. Would you like to hear it?
Me: Yes.
Nell: “Happy Birthday to Chris
Who we very much miss.
Though you live far away
In our hearts you will stay.
Not a day goes by
Without Mutley and I,
Or Charlie, or Dave,
Or Poppy, or Maeve…”
Me: Who is Maeve?
Nell: It’s Gladys’s middle name. Stop interfering. I’m losing my flow.
Me: I didn’t know.
Nell: “Or Harriet and Jim
We can’t forget him.
Or even The Cat
And Malcolm at that,
Saying ‘I’d give up my bone
If Chris would come home.'”
Me: Malcolm and The Cat don’t like bones.
Nell: It doesn’t matter. Just let me finish. Good grief.
Me: Ok.
Nell: “So let me just say
On this memorable day,
Have fun and enjoy
We love you dear Boy.”
Me: Beautifully said. Not sure he will like the Boy bit though.
Nell: He is my boy and I am his Nell. He knows that.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
