Coming Home

Me: Do you know what my pocketful of happiness was yesterday?

Nell: Having a shower?

Me: That was high on the list but no. It was the sound of the front gate and seeing Kev and Poppy and then you all running towards me.

Nell: Poppy shouldn’t have jumped on your lap.

Me: I loved it. There’s nothing like welcoming you home.

Nell: There’s nothing like coming home and seeing you sitting in the garden again.

Me: Thank you. I felt more myself than in a long time.

Nell: Talking of showers, when are they fixing yours? Climbing into the bath is not the best thing for you at the moment.

Me: I know. Michael the Plumber visited us yesterday but we have to sort things out with the insurance first as the leak has done a lot of damage.

Nell: It’s one thing after another at the moment.

Me: It seems to be.

Nell: I’ve managed to reschedule Book Club to tomorrow and have decided to include you.

Me: How kind.

Nell: I thought we could have it under your gazebo so you’ll probably be there anyway.

Me: I think Pamela the Pyrenean Mountain Dog should be given the chance to join too. A careless remark about your weight can’t be held against her for ever.

Nell: ‘One scone too many?’ is not something one should ever say to another animal.

Me: I know but she did add ‘I’m guilty of that myself.’

Nell: Which is true. In fact I don’t think there’s room for a Mountain Dog under your gazebo.

Me: Dave fits.

Nell: David is a pedigree Labrador.

Me: He’s also the size of a small pony. Give Pamela a chance.

Nell: I’ll think about it.

Me: You could even share a scone.

Nell: Enough.

Me: Sorry.

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