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.
