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.
