Goodbye 2021

Nell: You’re not going to believe this.

Me: I just might.

Nell: Look at what’s hiding in our loft.

Me: It’s a lion cub, Nell. How adorable.

Nell: Adorable? It roared at Henry and Horst.

Me: I expect it was frightened. Look at that little face.

Nell: David nearly fell off the ladder.

Me:Henry and Horst take awfully good photos.

Nell: That’s not the point.

Me: What are we going to do?

Nell: I’m about to call a family meeting. As if there isn’t enough to deal with.

Me: Has something else happened?

Nell: It’s New Year’s Eve. We’re saying goodbye to the old year today.

Me: I always find New Year’s Eve rather difficult, if I’m honest.

Nell: What do you mean?

Me: There’s a forced gaiety about it as if you’ve got to have fun even if you don’t want to.

Nell: All I know is there will be doughnuts this afternoon from Babycakes Gillespie’s cart.

Me: That’s a German tradition.

Nell: Yes. I know it is.

Me: And loud partying all evening?

Nell: Actually not. We discussed it at Morning Thoughts and Pyjamas, Ping Pong and Pizza won the vote.

Me: Ping Pong? We haven’t got a table tennis table, or any bats.

Nell: The kitchen table will work perfectly well and we can use frying pans as bats.

Me: Does Poppy know?

Nell: Yes. It was her idea. She said a quiet New Year’s Eve is all well and good but there has to be some kind of action.

Me: Fair enough. We can’t leave that little lion cub in the loft though, Nell.

Nell: It doesn’t want to come down.

Me: Maybe I could have a word with it.

Nell: Let the family decide, please, and do not go climbing up there.

Me: Ok. Sorry.

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