It’s Kev’s Birthday



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.

Me: Perfect.

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

That’s true

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?

Me: Yes.

Nell: ‘Words cannot express

The love that we feel

For you

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.’

Me: Perfect.

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.

Me: Carriages?

Nell: You can’t expect anyone to drive.

Me: Of course not. Sorry.


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