Me: Look at darling Marvin. Such a sweet grumpy face.
Nell: Don’t worry. He’s forgiven you.
Me: What have I done?
Nell: You forgot his birthday.
Me: Oh no. Was it yesterday?
Nell: Yes. He turned 3.
Me: There’s been so much going on over the last few days that it completely slipped my mind.
Nell: He knows.
Me: I’m surprised you forgot. You’re usually so organised.
Nell: I didn’t. I skyped him on my iBone.
Me: Why didn’t you tell me?
Nell: It was too late. You’d already gone to bed.
Me: Why didn’t you call him earlier when I was there?
Nell: We were having afternoon tea with the Whippets Institute. You can’t skype with your mouth full.
Me: True.
Nell: And Toronto is 5 hours behind us so I knew I had plenty of time.
Me: I feel dreadful now.
Nell: Don’t worry he understands. You’ve had a difficult few days. I told him you’ll call him today.
Me: Thank you.
Nell: Marvin knows he is loved. That’s all that matters.
Me: Yes, I suppose it is.
Nell: Now, how do you feel about singing at this evening’s Platinum Jubilee concert?
Me: Definitely not, Nell. I haven’t sung on stage for years.
Nell: That’s what I told Gladys.
Me: Thank goodness.
Nell: But she wouldn’t listen.
Me: What?
Nell: So you will be leading everyone in the National Anthem at the start of tonight’s concert.
Me: I can’t.
Nell: Of course you can. The Welsh Corgi Choir will be there to support you.
Me: But I only have a small voice.
Nell: I know which is why Kev, David, Harriet, Poppy and I will be singing alongside you.
Me: Really?
Nell: You didn’t think we’d let you do this alone, did you? We’re family.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
