Thursday Ramblings

Me: We are very lucky to live where we do, aren’t we?

Nell: Yes.

Me: To be able to walk in the Devon countryside with the sea breeze in our hair.

Nell: Good grief.

Me: Stopping only to drink some fresh cool water from a little stream weaving its way down to the sea.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: Rambling across the lush green fields to the sound of baby lambs and their mothers in the distance.

Nell: And the screaming of Beefies in tank tops.

Me: Don’t spoil the picture.

Nell: You get carried away sometimes.

Me: I wonder why the Beefies have to be quite so loud.

Nell: They like the sound of their own voices.

Me: Just imagine a Beefy choir.

Nell: No, thank you. I can’t think of anything worse.

Me: I don’t mind them that much. I grew up with the sound of seagulls all around me.

Nell: That explains a lot.

Me: The Welsh corgi choir have got nothing to worry about.

Nell: Nobody can sing like a corgi.

Me: The Welsh have wonderful voices.

Nell: Although David has a very pleasant baritone for an Oxfordshire born Labrador.

Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. He’s been practising. He’s hoping to join Tony’s shanty crew when they start singing together again.

Nell: Life is slowly starting to get back to normal. Whatever normal is nowadays.

Me: It’s hard to look back on how life used to be. How we took our freedom for granted. Things have changed so much in a year, Nell.

Nell: They have in many ways. But not deep down, where it matters.

Me: No. I’m still me and you are you. We are going to be fine, aren’t we?

Nell: Of course we are. You and me. Always.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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