Me: I never thought I would say this but thank goodness it’s raining.
Nell: It’s stopped now, by the way.
Me: Don’t say that.
Nell: I just did.
Me: We desperately need proper rain. The fields are all dry and yellow.
Nell: I know. We’re all Concerned. Look at Harriet and Poppy.
Me: They do have Concerned Faces.
Nell: Told you.
Me: I don’t think it’s only the lack of rain they’re worried about.
Nell: Obviously not.
Me: They might be concerned about the thunderstorms. There’s been a warning.
Nell: Yes. I’m afraid it’s going to make tomorrow extremely challenging.
Me: What’s happening tomorrow?
Nell: It’s Kev’s birthday. Good grief. You can’t have forgotten. Why do you think Poppy has been baking for days even in the hot weather?
Me: That’s not concerning, Nell. It’s a day of celebration.
Nell: Not with rain and thunderstorms, it isn’t.
Me: We can always celebrate inside.
Nell: How are we going to fit the Welsh Corgi Choir inside? And what about the Whippets Institute?
Me: Yes, and the llamas can’t dance inside.
Nell: Llamas can dance anywhere. Trust me.
Me: It’s still going to be a little tricky for them.
Nell: Not to mention Princess and the Navy Seals.
Me: I didn’t know they were coming.
Nell: They’ve been rehearsing their Water Extravaganza for weeks. You must have noticed.
Me: I did think there were a few more seals around than usual.
Nell: Flexibility is the answer.
Me: Yes, those seals are agile. You wouldn’t see me jumping through a hoop.
Nell: I’m talking about tomorrow. We will celebrate outside but be ready to move inside at a moment’s notice.
Me: Being ready doesn’t mean there’s room.
Nell: We will make room. We are Martins. We think on our paws.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
