Happy St. Patrick’s Day

Me: The sea looks lovely but ever so cold I don’t know how you all can go swimming.

Nell: David and I paddle. Harriet swims.

Me: And Poppy?

Nell: Poppy swims if necessary but definitely not otherwise.

Me: I don’t blame her at this time of year.

Nell: Talking of this time of year, why aren’t you wearing green?

Me: I didn’t know I had to.

Nell: It’s St. Patrick’s Day. Everyone wears green.

Me: To be sure they do.

Nell: What’s the matter with you?

Me: I’m grand. Don’t you worry about me.

Nell: Are you trying to sound Irish?

Me: I was, actually.

Nell: Well, stop, please. You are embarrassing yourself.

Me: Did you know I’m actually 14% Irish?

Nell: I did not.

Me: My grandmother’s family were from Dublin.

Nell: I thought you were Welsh?

Me: My father was from Wales.

Nell: You’re quite a mixture, aren’t you?

Me: I am and I love it.

Nell: I am a pure breed pedigree Oxfordshire Labrador.

Me: Yes, I know you are. I’ve seen your Kennel Club certificate. Your real name is Shadow Tonight.

Nell: It is.

Me: I don’t think I would like to call you Shadow.

Nell: Good.

Me: Or even Shady for short.

Nell: I am not shady.

Me: Poppy’s past is a little shady.

Nell: We don’t discuss Poppy’s past.

Me: I know.

Nell: She is a Martin now and that is all that matters.

Me: I agree. So where’s the craic then?

Nell: If you’re referring to our St. Patrick’s Day celebrations, then they will begin at lunchtime with an impromptu performance by the Welsh corgi choir.

Me: But they’re Welsh.

Nell: They are Irish for today.

Me: Really?

Nell: Wait until you see their Riverdance. It’s truly unforgettable.

Me: I can imagine. Sorry.

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