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Following in your footsteps

Me: It’s lovely to be outside in the sunshine again, isn’t it?

Nell: It certainly is. Sunshine always lifts one’s mood.

Me: Especially on a Monday.

Nell: If you say so.

Me: Because Mondays are difficult days.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: After the tranquility of a Sunday, a Monday can be a little daunting with a busy working week ahead and the weekend still days away.

Nell: I can’t say I’ve noticed our Sundays being particularly tranquil recently.

Me: No.

Nell: That Welsh corgi choir picnic turned into complete chaos. What were the llamas doing?

Me: Cartwheels. Everyone clapped.

Nell: I blame Gladys. Too much gliding isn’t good for anyone.

Me: Poor old Sunday. Trying to be tranquil and live up to everyone’s expectations but then having to deal with wild llamas and over excited corgis. It meant so well.

Nell: What are you talking about? How can a day mean well? Meaning Well sounds more like a description of David.

Me: Sundays have a lot to live up to, you know. It’s not easy being a Sunday. All that responsibility.

Nell: Good grief.

Me: Each day has its own challenge. Friday and Saturday are party days, for instance. And Wednesday are always a bit middling.

Nell: I worry about you sometimes. I really do.

Me: Just saying.

Nell: Well don’t. Just follow me and stop talking. The others are way ahead of us now.

Me: I hope you know I am happy to walk behind you, Nell.

Nell: Only because you’re even slower than me.

Me: Yours are footsteps I am proud to walk in.

Nell: Actually, if you look properly we are walking in the cows’ and sheep’s footsteps.

Me: That’s not what I meant.

Nell: I know. Let’s join the others now. They’re waiting.

Me: Sorry.

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