Nell: David says the bacon sandwiches are just right.
Me: Good. Is he taking the tray up to Kev?
Nell: Yes, with Harriet accompanying him to avoid any mistakes.
Me: Was that the Whippets Institute minibus I saw arriving?
Nell: Yes. They are joining in Sunday Songs this morning.
Me: Which songs have they chosen?
Nell: Happy Birthday obviously and some Fats Waller.
Me: ‘Your Feets Too Big’?
Nell: Exactly. Gladys has choreographed a wonderful dance for the larger animals to perform.
Nell: Would you like to hear my poem?
Me: Very much.
Nell: ‘Happy Birthday Dear Kev
You bring us such joy.
You make us so happy
You dear Birthday Boy.
Although Boy is a slight exaggeration
As only Sara
Is older than you.’
Me: That’s a bit unkind, Nell. I’m only older by a few months.
Nell: Truth hurts. May I continue?
Nell: ‘Words cannot express
The love that we feel
Our dear Kev
From woodlouse to seal.’
Me: Nicely inclusive.
Nell: I thought so.
‘Times have been tough
We have laughed
We have cried
But we can face anything
With you by our side.
So let’s give a shout
To the heavens above
Happy Birthday dear Kev
You’re surrounded by love.’
Nell: I meant every word.
Me: The Welsh corgi choir have arrived. Look at them all gathering on the hill.
Nell: What are those llamas wearing?
Me: Wellington boots. So what’s the plan after the singing?
Nell: Poppy is preparing Roast beef with all the trimmings for lunch and a late afternoon tea as people will need time to recover.
Me: We will.
Nell: Dancing is from 7pm and Carriages at 10pm.
Nell: You can’t expect anyone to drive.
Me: Of course not. Sorry.