Harriet is in her Element

Me: My pocketful of happiness was seeing Harriet having fun on the beach.

Nell: Thank goodness she washed all that sand off in the sea.

Me: There’s nothing wrong with a bit of sand.

Nell: Not all over you.

Me: Maybe not, although sand can get everywhere.

Nell: Especially when you roll in it.

Me: I think autumn might have finally arrived. Summer hung on for as long as it could but it’s time to say farewell until we meet again next year.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: The leaves are turning golden brown and the grass has a luscious depth to it.

Nell: Luscious depth? Good grief. If you mean it’s wet under paw then I agree.

Me: Didn’t you notice the greenness of the green?

Nell: Don’t start.

Me: I was marvelling at it. We really are so lucky to live where we do.

Nell: Did Alice enjoy her birthday?

Me: Very much. She said she was thoroughly spoilt which is just as it should be.

Nell: Good. I thought David’s scones were a little better than last time.

Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. He’s trying so hard.

Nell: They were definitely lighter.

Me: I think he ate a few by mistake.

Nell: I meant lighter in taste not numbers.

Me: Poppy would have been proud.

Nell: She’s certainly given him lots of notes. I’ve had to get a new notebook.

Me: Is she talking to Dave too?

Nell: No, it all goes through me.

Me: I wish I could talk to her.

Nell: You can. She’s always listening.

Me: But I can’t hear her.

Nell: Don’t worry. I can.

Me: When the time comes, will I be able to hear you?

Nell: Of course. You and me. Always. You’ll need several notebooks though.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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