It’s Sara’s Birthday

Nell: Happy Birthday to you.

Me: Thank you. I could have done without the Mariachi band first thing this morning.

Nell: The Whippets Institute insisted.

Me: It’s not the gentlest way of waking up, Nell.

Nell: Try wearing this giant hat all day.

Me: Your hat is quite large.

Nell: It’s ridiculous.

Me: I think it suits you. Harriet seems to love hers.

Nell: You know what she’s like about hats. Can’t get enough of them.

Me: Kev and Dave are very stylish.

Nell: Yes, the boys look extremely smart.

Me: Poppy seems a bit disgruntled.

Nell: There was a mix up with one of the cakes.

Me: Dave?

Nell: Yes. You are going to have to change out of your all encasing hat and into a sombrero quick smart.

Me: Why?

Nell: We’re having a ceremonial second breakfast.

Me: Huevos rancheros?

Nell: Bless you. No, Mexican eggs. Poppy got the recipe from one of The Cat’s chihuahuas.

Me: That’s what I said.

Nell: I’m not going to argue with you because today you can do no wrong, but we both know that isn’t true.

Me: I didn’t know The Cat had chihuahuas.

Nell: Everyone knows that. Now, I know you didn’t want any fuss.

Me: Says the Labrador in the huge hat.

Nell: I shall ignore that. So I have written you a short poem.

Me: Thank you.

Nell: ‘Today is your birthday

So let’s shout Olé!’

Me: I’d rather you didn’t.

Nell: Be quiet. May I continue?

Me: Yes.

Nell: ‘Because we all love you

More than words can say.

You are our person

And we are yours too.

You are the sock

And we are the shoe.’

Me: I think I’d rather be the shoe.

Nell: But what do dogs love most?

Me: Oh, I see. Sorry.

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