Me: Dave really is a Big Brave Beautiful Boy, isn’t he? I mean just look at that glossy coat.
Nell: What are you doing downstairs? You’ve hardly slept all night.
Me: I know but there’s so much to do before Christmas.
Nell: Never mind all that. Let’s just concentrate on getting Kev better.
Me: I’m pretty sure he’s got the flu, Nell. He has a raging fever and is in a lot of pain.
Nell: I heard him coughing too.
Me: He probably caught it when we went to the hospital.
Nell: Yes. There are some nasty bugs going around.
Me: At least it isn’t Covid. We tested and it came back negative.
Nell: That’s a relief.
Me: I’m afraid Christmas might be cancelled for me and Kev.
Nell: Nonsense. We will make the most of it and you never know he might rally.
Me: Yes. Hopefully. Although, I’m not feeling that great myself, to be honest.
Nell: You’re extremely tired. Why don’t you cuddle up on the sofa with me?
Me: That sounds good.
Nell: We can watch Christmas films and drink lots of tea.
Me: I’d like that. We mustn’t forget your appointment with Chloe this afternoon. You love your hydrotherapy.
Nell: No need to think about this afternoon right now. Rupert can always drive me over there if necessary.
Me: I’m not sure the vets will be expecting you to arrive on the back of a wolf’s motorbike.
Nell: I shall be in the sidecar and Chloe reads our conversations every day so she won’t be surprised at all.
Me: True.
Nell: Now, how does a soft boiled egg sound with soldiers on the side?
Me: Lovely. I don’t know what I would do without you.
Nell: You and me. Always. Never forget that.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
