Happy Birthday Kev

Me: Is everything ready for the Kevstival?

Nell: David and Kev are still lying in. They were up until late watching The Repair Shop and eating bacon sandwiches.

Me: It’s Kev’s birthday, Nell, so I’m afraid he can do no wrong.

Nell: Well, David can and he’s needed in the marquee. One of the larger animals has managed to get itself stuck in the guy ropes and needs coaxing out.

Me: And you think Dave can help?

Nell: David is extremely good with the larger animals, being on the bigger side himself, and having Winning Ways.

Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.

Nell: Now, I’ve written a poem for Kev which I will be performing on the pyramid stage later.

Me: We have a pyramid stage?

Nell: It’s just a pointy tent but Gladys thinks it sounds grander. Anyway, would you like to hear it?

Me: Very much.

Nell: ‘Put on your hats and all shout ‘Hurrah!’

Because dear darling Kev is 62 today.‘

‘62? How can that be?

He doesn’t look older than 33.’

Me: Well, that’s nonsense, Nell. Chris is 33 and he’s our son.

Nell: It’s poetic licence. Stop interrupting. May I continue?

Me: Yes, of course.

Nell: ‘Animals are gathering from wide and far.

Some in a minibus.

Some in a car.

Many have navigated across the wild seas.

While others have drifted along on the breeze.’

Me: Are we talking about birds here?

Nell: And butterflies, or other insects.

Me: But not Beefies?

Nell: Certainly not. Beefies aren’t invited. Where was I?

Me: Drifting.

Nell: Yes.

‘All of us coming together to say

We love you dear Kev.

Have a Happy Birthday.’

Me: That’s perfect, Nell. It’s going to be a good day, isn’t it?

Nell: How could it be anything else?

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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