Me: It’s Alice and the children the last time they were here and you and I the day I took you home. Precious memories.
Nell: Yes, it’s International Mother’s Day so I thought we should celebrate all mothers today.
Me: Such happy photos. So much love.
Nell: That’s what being a mother is all about.
Me: Yes, it is. You are like a mother to the puppies.
Nell: I certainly try to be.
Me: To be honest, you are a mother to us all. I don’t know where we would be without you.
Nell: You will never be without me. I’ve told you this many times. Your mother is always with you and it will be the same with me.
Me: Yes.
Nell: So, don’t dwell. It does nobody any good and stops you from enjoying the here and now.
Me: You’re right.
Nell: I am. Now what are your feelings about goulash?
Me: Goulash?
Nell: Yes. Poppy has decided it’s a goulash sort of day and David wants his with pasta.
Me: That’s fine with me.
Nell: Pasta is messy, of course, and we must expect spillage, but I think one can be allowed a little bit of mess now and again. Especially at the weekend.
Me: It’s half the fun. How are your classes coming along?
Nell: We’re still sorting the animals into groups. David ended up with the larger animals until Knitwear Wolf noticed.
Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: David does not belong with the llamas. And neither does Gladys.
Me: But Gladys is a small Pomeranian.
Nell: Tell her that. According to Rupert she’s refusing to be parted from Alejandro and the llamas. So, I’m afraid the larger animals group is proving to be a little more diverse than expected.
Me: Oh dear. Sorry.
