Nell: You’re up early for a Sunday.
Me: I’m too excited to sleep. The family arrive tomorrow and there’s so much to do.
Nell: They won’t be here until the evening so you’ve plenty of time.
Me: I want it to be perfect for them.
Nell: They don’t need perfection. They just need home.
Me: You’re right.
Nell: Happy anniversary, by the way.
Me: Can you believe it was 14 years ago?
Nell: Time flies when you’re having fun.
Me: True. It took me a very long time to find my soulmate but I finally did.
Nell: And so did Kev.
Me: Yes. In the words of the amazing Julie Andrews ‘So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good.’
Nell: Sunday Songs is dedicated to you and Kev this morning and Poppy is cooking your favourite roast chicken with all the trimmings for lunch.
Me: Wonderful. I hope the Welsh Corgi Choir don’t get too wet in the field. The weather is awful again.
Nell: They have wellington boots and a relentlessly optimistic attitude. Don’t worry about them.
Me: Talking of optimists, Poppy was on top form at the activity field yesterday, wasn’t she? She was bouncing around like a young gazelle.
Nell: Why bring gazelles into it? Poppy is nothing like them. Nervous creatures.
Me: She was yesterday. You’d never think she was 10. I didn’t see you doing a lot of bouncing.
Nell: I’m a lady Labrador of a certain age. We don’t bounce.
Me: Dave and Harriet spent an awful lot of time sniffing the grass.
Nell: Part of the joy of the activity field is the sniffari. You know that.
Me: I do.
Nell: Now, go and join Kev for your anniversary breakfast. This is your special day.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
