Me: You’re very beautiful Nell, especially when you’re lost in thought like that.
Nell: Thank you.
Me: I suppose Sunday is the time to think about things. A day of contemplation.
Nell: I was enjoying the smell of bacon cooking if you must know.
Me: I’ve been doing some thinking too.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: Looking back on my life.
Nell: You do this every year when it comes to your birthday.
Me: I know. When I was younger 64 seemed so old.
Nell: The Beatles would agree with you.
Me: Exactly. ‘Will you still need me? Will you still feed me?’
Nell: No. I shall give David your bacon sandwich if you don’t stop. You need to look forward.
Me: You’re right.
Nell: Sunday Songs today is dedicated to you, by the way.
Me: How lovely.
Nell: The Welsh Corgi Choir will be singing lots of Golden Oldies with hits from your past.
Me: I thought you said I wasn’t supposed to look back.
Nell: You may have noticed their Afghan coats.
Me: I did.
Nell: The Cat managed to source them in very short and wide.
Me: What are you implying?
Nell: Corgis are so difficult to dress. It’s the shortness of the leg.
Me: I know how they feel. Why are the llamas in lycra?
Nell: They insisted on catsuits in celebration of your David Bowie phase.
Me: I hope they don’t freeze.
Nell: They’ve got their coats on underneath.
Me: Of course.
Nell: But before the performance begins let’s enjoy our bacon sandwiches in front of the fire with a nice cup of Earl Grey.
Me: Sounds perfect.
Nell: We can discuss the family’s visit in March. It’s not that far away now. You have so much to look forward to.
Me: You’re right. Sorry.
