A Shy Angel

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.

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