Sunday Shelter

Me: You are not going to believe this.

Nell: I probably will.

Me: My bedroom is full of animals.

Nell: Where else were we going to put them?

Me: What about downstairs?

Nell: It’s full. Once word got round during the evacuation that we were providing shelter for the wet and homeless, they all came here.

Me: What evacuation?

Nell: Have you noticed there is a storm going on?

Me: Of course. But I don’t think there were any animals in the bedroom when I went to bed, apart from the usual ones.

Nell: We only started moving them upstairs when it became too full downstairs.

Me: I see. How did I sleep through it?

Nell: Camomile tea. Poppy made your evening cup extra strong. And the larger animals wore slippers.

Me: Do we know how many animals we are sheltering?

Nell: Harriet is making a list.

Me: Good.

Nell: David has worked tirelessly all night providing warmth and security.

Me: My Big Brave Beautiful Boy.

Nell: Poppy and Malcolm haven’t stopped in the kitchen.

Me: Is there enough food?

Nell: Lunch will have to be soup and a sandwich.

Me: Bacon?

Nell: No. Cheese. The bacon sandwiches went during the night shift.

Me: Understandable.

Nell: Henry and Horst have organised a quiet space for the insects in the downstairs facilities.

Me: Thanks for the warning.

Nell: The Welsh corgi choir are performing Morning Songs from the living room. The fire is lit and there are plenty of blankets courtesy of Knitwear Wolf.

Me: Wonderful.

Nell: We are hoping it will raise spirits as some animals have lost their homes.

Me: Oh no.

Nell: Once the storm has passed the rebuilding will begin. All will be well. We’ve weathered storms before and we can do it again.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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