Nell: We’re finally all together again.
Me: Yes, and it’s absolutely wonderful.
Nell: Chris and Shannon were delighted to see me at the station.
Me: They were.
Nell: And rather pleased to see you too.
Me: I adore the moment when you see the train pull into the station and you know you’re about to be reunited. It’s magical.
Nell: Yes, it is.
Me: Although it was spoilt a little by you barking at an innocent dog on another platform.
Nell: It was showing off.
Me: It was just excited.
Nell: Are we going down to the beach today?
Me: Yes, it’s their favourite place.
Nell: The children certainly enjoy themselves.
Me: We all do. It doesn’t matter what the weather is like it’s always lovely.
Nell: I agree.
Me: You have your massage and hydrotherapy with Chloe today, Nell.
Nell: I know.
Me: So, you won’t mind not joining us at the Cottage Hotel for lunch.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: I’m not sure about the weather so we might have to sit inside and dogs can’t go everywhere.
Nell: I’m not any dog.
Me: And you’ll want to be well rested before you see Chloe.
Nell: I will not. I’ll want a prawn sandwich and a bowl of chips.
Me: Let’s see what the weather does.
Nell: Don’t forget it’s Chris’s birthday on Thursday.
Me: I won’t.
Nell: He’ll be 35 so hats must be worn.
Me: I wish I was 35.
Nell: No use crying over spilt biscuits.
Me: You mean milk.
Nell: I do not.
Me: The spilt milk is for the fairies.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: Folklore says there’s no use in crying over spilt milk because the fairies will have it.
Nell: Well that’s nonsense. Fairies much prefer biscuits.
Me: Oh. Sorry.
