Be like Harriet

Me: I’ve been doing some thinking.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: We should all be more like Harriet.

Nell: How exactly?

Me: She makes the most of things and lives in the moment.

Nell: Does she?

Me: Yes, it was cold, wet and rainy down on the beach but Harriet didn’t care. She dashed into the sea and rolled around in the sand just loving life.

Nell: True. Sunday Songs has been moved to the barn, by the way.

Me: Why?

Nell: The Welsh Corgi Choir can’t sing outside in this weather.

Me: No. Even mackintoshes and Wellington boots won’t help today.

Nell: Poppy is making a hearty stew with dumplings for lunch. It’s not a traditional roast but it can be shared amongst many.

Me: Sounds delicious.

Nell: Yes, there’s nothing like a warming bowl of stew on a cold day.

Me: I’m usually a mashed potato person, myself, but this is definitely a dumpling sort of day.

Nell: David is partial to dumplings. He’s in the kitchen now taste testing with Malcolm.

Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. So helpful.

Nell: You haven’t seen his cufflinks, have you?

Me: I didn’t know he had any.

Nell: They were Mutley’s so they are of great sentimental value.

Me: I’ll keep a look out. Why does he need cufflinks?

Nell: The Cat wants everyone to wear their finest for the Birthday Ball.

Me: What Birthday Ball?

Nell: Goodness. Is that the time?

Me: I was asking you about the Birthday Ball.

Nell: I’m afraid I must be off.

Me: Why are you changing the subject?

Nell: I can’t stand around chatting to you when there are potatoes to be peeled.

Me: You said we were having dumplings.

Nell: You can’t have a stew without potatoes. Do keep up.

Me: Sorry.

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