Happy Birthday Dave and Harriet

Me: First I’d like to say Happy Birthday to my niece. She’s missing her mother very much. Please know we’re all here for you, Abi.

Nell: Yes, we are.

Me: Where are the puppies? I wanted to say Happy Birthday to them too. I can’t believe they’re six today.

Nell: They’re having a Birthday Breakfast Picnic with everyone in the field. You should join them.

Me: Will there be bacon sandwiches?

Nell: Do pugs fly?

Me: I love the photos, Nell. Weren’t they just adorable? Look at the size of Poppy in comparison. Hard to imagine Dave was ever that small.

Nell: Yes, and now he’s the Mayor of Kingsbridge.

Me: Except he isn’t.

Nell: I must say David handled the controversy at the Cake Competition very well.

Me: What controversy?

Nell: Some of the cakes went missing.

Me: Oh no.

Nell: Including Poppy’s lemon drizzle.

Me: That’s shocking.

Nell: Fortunately the judges had already tasted them and marks had been awarded.

Me: I’ve just had an awful thought.

Nell: Tell me.

Me: You don’t think Dave might have eaten them by mistake? You know how hard he finds it to stop when he’s started.

Nell: Ten cakes went missing. Even David can’t eat that many, especially after trying twenty.

Me: Did Poppy win again?

Nell: No, she came second to an extraordinary six layered opera cake made by a French Bulldog from Falmouth.

Me: Was she angry about losing?

Nell: Let’s just say the opera cake had a few more slices.

Me: Look! Are those Beefies throwing cake at the Birthday Picnic?

Nell: Yes, and if I’m not mistaken that was a piece of lemon drizzle.

Me: Dave caught it, bowed and gave it to Harriet. Clever Big Brave Beautiful Boy.

Nell: The Mayor triumphs again.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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