A Sad Birthday

Me: Today is Alex’s birthday.

Nell: I know.

Me: She would have been 59.

Nell: No age at all.

Me: I hope she knows how much she was loved.

Nell: She does. Trust me.

Me: She was my little sister. I should have taken better care of her.

Nell: There was nothing you could have done.

Me: I miss her so much.

Nell: It will get easier with time.

Me: Watching you dogs enjoying your walk is a great comfort.

Nell: We love it.

Me: Kev and I are going to do all we can to stay in this area.

Nell: We’ll be fine wherever we are. Don’t worry.

Me: I’m afraid I’m having one of those days.

Nell: It’s understandable. An awful lot has happened in the past few months.

Me: The thought of moving house fills me with dread but I’ve done it before and I can do it again.

Nell: Exactly.

Me: And in the meantime I’ll try and find my pockets of happiness wherever I can.

Nell: Good for you.

Me: Today’s is seeing Harriet rolling happily on her back on top of the tennis ball.

Nell: The Beefies had mackerel pate on their bread rolls this morning, by the way.

Me: I’m not sure I fancy mackerel for breakfast. I might manage a kipper.

Nell: Herr Hoffmann is spoiling them.

Me: They probably brought him the mackerel.

Nell: They did. He says they are ‘Clever little seagirls’.

Me: Just imagine if they actually change their ways.

Nell: There’s no sign of that. They threw a mackerel at Malcolm.

Me: Does Herr Hoffmann know?

Nell: Yes. He just laughed and caught the rest of the fish in his big bear paws.

Me: Bears are good at catching fish.

Nell: That’s not the point.

Me: No. Sorry.

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