Me: Have you been out in the field already this morning? Your fur’s damp.
Nell: I wanted to welcome Poppy back from Eurovision.
Me: I thought I heard her helicopter. She must have left Liverpool really early.
Nell: She wanted to get home as soon as possible.
Me: She must be exhausted. I felt tired just watching it all yesterday.
Nell: Poppy’s fine. She’s busy making bacon sandwiches.
Me: Just what we need after all that partying.
Nell: David’s helping her so we can expect a few mistakes.
Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. He doesn’t mean to eat things. It’s just excitement.
Nell: Nonsense. Now, today is Mother’s Day in most countries.
Me: Yes, it is.
Nell: So, we’re sending huge hugs and love to all mothers of any shape or form across the world.
Me: Good.
Nell: And we dogs would like to say a particular thank you to you mothers for your love and support.
Me: What about the cats?
Nell: Cats don’t care about Mother’s Day. It’s all about them.
Me: I think they care more than you realise.
Nell: Dream on.
Me: I feel a bit sorry for UK mothers now. We had our Mother’s Day in March.
Nell: There’s no reason why we can’t be celebrated again.
Me: We?
Nell: I’m the matriarch of this house.
Me: If you say so.
Nell: I know so. Anyway, along with Eurovision hits the Welsh corgi choir will also be singing about love at Sunday Songs.
Me: Perfect.
Nell: Poppy’s making gammon for lunch with fluffy mashed potatoes and cauliflower cheese.
Me: Can we have pineapple with it?
Nell: Of course and there’s rhubarb crumble with cream for dessert.
Me: One of my favourite puddings.
Nell: We know. We’re celebrating you. Do keep up.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
