Me: There was a magical light down on the beach, wasn’t there?
Nell: Here we go.
Me: The sun was hiding behind the clouds like a shy angel you glimpse out of the corner of your eye.
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: Coming and going. Ever elusive. Bathing the sky in its rays.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Never seen for long but always a joy to behold.
Nell: Have you finished? Shy angel, indeed. Whatever next?
Me: It’s the way it glows. And when it’s there it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy.
Nell: It’s the sun. That’s what it does. And I have never felt fuzzy in my life.
Me: I saw a white feather on the beach, by the way.
Nell: Good.
Me: So I know my mother is watching over me.
Nell: She always is. Feather or not.
Me: I know. But sometimes she likes to remind me.
Nell: You seem in extremely good spirits for a Monday morning.
Me: Yes, I think it’s my new Wellington boots. I love them.
Nell: You don’t have to wear them in the house, however.
Me: No, I’ll take them off in a minute.
Nell: Everyone else is wearing slippers.
Me: Poppy is wearing thigh boots and a feathered hat.
Nell: She’s having a Pirate Day with John and The Cat.
Me: Why can’t I have a Wellington Boot Day then?
Nell: Don’t be silly. There’s no such thing.
Me: There’s no such thing as a Pirate Day either. It’s just an excuse to dress up.
Nell: I’ll have you know that Poppy has been having Pirate Days for years. It is an honour to be included.
Me: Really?
Nell: Yes, and the way you’ve been talking you are unlikely to be invited. Ever.
Me: Oh. Sorry.
