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.
