Life goes on

Me: I won’t ask if you need another cushion.

Nell: Please don’t. The puppies seem to have given me all of them.

Me: They want you to be comfortable.

Nell: Do you think we could persuade the Welsh corgi choir that Sunday Songs is quite enough?

Me: I’ll have a word with Myfanwy.

Nell: Its not that I don’t appreciate it, because I do, it’s just that I would prefer quiet.

Me: I understand.

Nell: Sometimes you just need to be, not do.

Me: Yes.

Nell: It’s lovely to see some sunshine at last. Knitwear Wolf told me it is dreadfully cold this morning and some places even have snow.

Me: I thought we might all go for a walk later.

Nell: A good idea. David needs to stretch his legs.

Me: Where is he?

Nell: Sleeping. He was watching over me all night and the poor pup is exhausted.

Me: He and Harriet will always be the puppies, won’t they? Even when they are grey and old.

Nell: You still call me ‘Puppy’ now and again.

Me: Yes, I do and you love it.

Nell: Charlie was my darling.

Me: I know he was.

Nell: And Kev is yours.

Me: Yes, he is.

Nell: People need to cherish each other more. There is too much sadness in the world.

Me: I know it feels like that to you now, but if you look at all the comments people have made and the kindness it will warm your heart.

Nell: Yes, you’re right. I think I’d like a cup of Earl Grey?

Me: And a scone?

Nell: No. A dippy egg and soldiers is what is needed. In front of the fire. With you.

Me: Are you sure?

Nell: Of course I’m sure. You and Me. Always.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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