Me: I can’t believe my younger sister Charlotte is 60.
Nell: Have you seen the photos of the two boys and that wretched cat?
Me: Yes. Nigel is distracted in the last photo and Boo looks absolutely terrified.
Nell: Anybody would be terrified with that animal around.
Me: That animal is called Xav. At least Nigel looks angelic in the first one.
Nell: And they say the camera never lies.
Me: I like the photo of Charlotte laughing with you.
Nell: We always have fun. Now, Naughty Nigel has written a poem for Charlotte. Would you like to hear it?
Me: Yes, please.
Nell: ‘Knock me down with a feather
And call me Trixie.
Someone said Charlotte
Has just turned sixty.’
Me: Trixie?
Nell: Sixty isn’t an easy rhyme. Give Naughty Nigel a chance. You can’t all be poets like me.
Me: True.
Nell: ‘Me and Boo and that wretched cat
Have organised cake
And a party hat.’
Me: Just the one?
Nell: It’s got 60 on it.
Me: Fair enough.
Nell: ‘There are cuddles from Scarlett
And treats from Kerry.
A trip to the beach
And a ride on a ferry.’
Me: What ferry?
Nell: How should I know?
Me: I hope they aren’t going to France.
Nell: Charlotte can go where she likes. It’s her birthday and she can do no wrong.
Me: But she’s coming here next weekend to celebrate with our little sister Alex.
Nell: It’s probably the Dartmouth ferry. May I continue?
Me: Yes.
Nell; So, let’s join together for one big hurrah.
Happy Birthday dear Charlotte
You’re 60 today.
That’s ever so old, but never you fear
You’ll always be younger than Sara, poor dear.’
Me: Well done Nigel, I think.
Nell: Everyone needs an older sister, especially when they’re 60.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
