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.