Happy Dogs on the Beach

Me: I call these photos ‘Happy Dogs on the Beach’.

Nell: A Happy Family to be accurate.

Me: You’re right. Walking on the beach does everybody good.

Nell: It does.

Me: The feel of the wind in your hair. The smell of the sea and the sound of the waves.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: Perfect.

Nell: So, you didn’t sleep very well again, did you?

Me: How do you know?

Nell: It’s early and you’ve already been writing for a while. I also heard you pacing around in the night.

Me: Oh dear. I didn’t mean to wake you.

Nell: It’s no bother. We can both sleep again in the day.

Me: You’re right.

Nell: Remember what that kind nurse told you. Sleeping doesn’t have to be reserved for nighttime.

Me: True.

Nell: Now, Shel’s room is ready for him.

Me: Good.

Nell: Kev has moved the desk to the window as we know he loves to write with a view.

Me: And he’s always writing.

Nell: That’s what writers tend to do. You should know.

Me: I’m so excited about seeing him again. We’ve known each other over 22 years. Alice turned 16 when she went to live with his family in Vancouver.

Nell: Talking of Alice, it’s her birthday tomorrow so I’m writing a poem.

Me: Lovely. I can’t believe she’ll be 38. How did that happen?

Nell: Time has a way of moving on.

Me: And my little sister Alex will be 58 on 17th.

Nell: It’s a birthday month.

Me: I have a great deal to be thankful for, don’t I?

Nell: We all do. How about a nice cup of Earl Grey and a cuddle in bed with us all.

Me: Sounds perfect.

Nell: You might even have a little sleep.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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