Life is made of memories

Me: My Big Brave Beautiful Boy.

Nell: I thought you’d like a photo of him. I know today is a difficult day.

Me: Why is he sticking his tongue out?

Nell: He had marmite on his toast this morning.

Me: He loves marmite.

Nell: Well, he won’t be getting any more if he doesn’t learn some manners.

Me: What did he do?

Nell: He licked the marmite off Harriet’s toast when she wasn’t looking.

Me: By mistake?

Nell: So he says. Harriet is absolutely furious. I told him if he thinks he can lick the jam off the Queen’s scones then he’s got another think coming.

Me: How do you know you’re getting scones?

Nell: Poppy is making her some. She thought the Queen might appreciate it. She is bringing homemade strawberry jam, too, and Devonshire clotted cream.

Me: The Queen will love that.

Nell: Gladys wants to express her admiration for her in interpretive dance but it isn’t really everyone’s cup of tea.

Me: No.

Nell: And the castanets are dreadfully loud. They even woke Mutley.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: Now, how was your journey?

Me: Very long. A train had derailed, so I had to travel a lot of the way by bus. It took me over 8 hours to get here.

Nell: At least you’re there now.

Me: It’s strange to be back on the island. So many memories, Nell.

Nell: Life is made of memories. Happy and sad. Try and embrace them.

Me: I’m going to go for a walk on the beach before the funeral.

Nell: That’s an excellent idea. You won’t be wearing your wellington boots, though, so keep out of the sea as you don’t want wet feet.

Me: How will I manage without you?

Nell: I’m always with you. Remember?

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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