Happy Mother’s Day

Me: Look at you smiling away like a spring chicken.

Nell: Spring chickens don’t smile.

Me: It’s a saying.

Nell: It is not.

Me: Never mind. You look so happy. Is there a particular reason?

Nell: It’s Mother’s Day here in the UK.

Me: Yes, it is. Happy Mother’s Day to all you mothers out there in whatever shape or form.

Nell: As the honorary mother of this establishment I have been showered with gifts and love.

Me: Quite right, too.

Nell: David insisted on cuddles.

Me: And Harriet?

Nell: She sang me a sweet song. It was rather early but still greatly appreciated.

Me: Bless her.

Nell: Poppy cooked my favourite breakfast.

Me: Bacon?

Nell: Soft boiled eggs and soldiers made with freshly baked bread and lashings of butter.

Me: No bacon?

Nell: On the side with a sausage.

Me: Not two?

Nell: David had the second one.

Me: By mistake?

Nell: No, I gave it to him as a deposit on our next counselling session.

Me: I’m glad you’re giving it another try.

Nell: Yes. Rupert said that sometimes just voicing your thoughts out loud can help enormously.

Me: I agree. Writing them down helps too.

Nell: I’ll leave the writing to you. Do you have any plans today?

Me: Not really. I’m FaceTiming with the family later.

Nell; Good.

Me: Apart from that I think I’ll have a lazy day.

Nell: Wise after yesterday evening’s shenanigans.

Me: Kev and I just went out to dinner with Terry and Marian. They’re visiting from Oxfordshire.

Nell: They’re my friends too.

Me: Nell, look in the field!

Nell: Stop changing the subject.

Me: The llamas are back with Gladys.

Nell: Of course they are. It’s Mother’s Day Sunday Songs. You didn’t think they’d miss that, did you?

Me: No. Sorry.

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