Me: Chris has landed at Heathrow.
Nell: I know.
Me: Were you tracking his flight, too?
Nell: Of course not. Not all the time, anyway.
Me: Why did you bark at 3am and then at 4:30am and 5:30am?
Nell: Those are very exact times.
Me: I was tracking his flight. Why were you so noisy?
Nell: I was cold.
Me: Kev made a lovely fire and you had your heated blanket.
Nell: I couldn’t sleep and I knew you wouldn’t.
Me: We’re going to be awfully tired today.
Nell: Yes.
Me: I simply couldn’t relax until I knew he was safely back in the UK. Silly isn’t it?
Nell: Not really. I couldn’t settle either. He’s our boy.
Me: He’s going to be 36 in March.
Nell: He’ll always be our boy.
Me: You’re right. Did you see the photo of the grandchildren tobogganing in the snow in Germany?
Nell: Yes. It looked like they were having tremendous fun.
Me: You get real snow over there.
Nell: I think you’ll find a lot of people are experiencing real snow over here, too.
Me: Yes. I meant here where we live. Chris is going to find it quite warm after Toronto.
Nell: Lionel is cooking Swedish meatballs for dinner at Poppy’s suggestion.
Me: With mashed potatoes?
Nell: Yes, and lots of sauce.
Me: It’s one of Chris’s favourite meals.
Nell: Poppy always made it for him.
Me: It’s the first time he’s been home without Poppy here.
Nell: That’s why she suggested meatballs. She wanted him to know she’s still thinking of him.
Me: We live on in family traditions, don’t we?
Nell: And one of ours is you bursting into tears at the station when the train pulls in.
Me: I can’t help it. Sorry.
Nell: No sorries. Not today.
