Happy Birthday Kev

Nell: Where’s your party hat?

Me: Can’t I put it on later?

Nell: What do you think of the photos I chose?

Me: Perfect. Kev will love them.

Nell: He’s having poached eggs on toast for his birthday breakfast so can you help Malcolm cut the toast into hearts, please?

Me: I’m not sure I’m going to be much use. Don’t you need a beak for that?

Nell: A heart shaped cutter will do fine.

Me: Right.

Nell: Would you like to hear the poem I’ve written?

Me: Yes, please.

Nell: ‘Open your hearts

Lift up your voices.

Pass the jam tarts

And make the right choices.’

Me: Gosh, that’s rather profound. Do we even have jam tarts?

Nell: Of course we do. It’s Kev’s birthday. There are always jam tarts. May I continue?

Me: Please do.

Nell: ‘For today is a day

Celebrated across Devon

When together we say

‘Happy Birthday dear Kevin’’

Me: Across Devon?

Nell: It should be the world but that didn’t rhyme.

Me: I see.

Nell: ‘Corgis are singing

Llamas are vaulting

Whippets applauding

At seals somersaulting.

Everyone’s doing

The best that they can

To celebrate this wonderful

Extraordinary man.

We love you dear Kev

From our heads to our paws

From our tails to our beaks

From our teeth to our claws.

With you in our lives

We are never alone

Because you are our rock

And you are our home.

So, thank you, dear Kev

For all that you do

For loving us all

For just being you.’

Me: That’s wonderful, Nell. It brought a tear to my eye.

Nell: I mean every word.

Me: I know. We’re very lucky to have Kev in our lives.

Nell: We’re very lucky to have each other. Now, put your hat on, please.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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