Happy Birthday Dear Sara

Me: I love these photos but I’m not sure I need to be in all of them.

Nell: It’s your birthday.

Me: Nevertheless.

Nell: We should discuss the latest news.

Me: Yes. Facebook contacted me yesterday to tell me as a rising creator I’m now entitled to bonuses from likes, comments and shares on my posts on the Conversations with Nell page.

Nell: You asked everyone to help.

Me: The response has been amazing.

Nell: People can also send you stars and subscribe here https://www.facebook.com/becomesupporter/conversationswithnell/.

Me: I’ve set the amount really low in the hope you’ll all subscribe.

Nell: They will.

Me: Whatever happens it’s lovely to receive some recognition of my writing and conversations.

Nell: Our conversations.

Me: Of course.

Nell: We’ve been doing this every day for six years.

Me: It’s been quite a journey and I’m thankful to have you all with me.

Nell: Anyway, in true Martin tradition I’ve written you a poem. Would you like to hear it?

Me: Very much.

Nell: ‘A very special someone

Much loved by us all.

A round sort of person

One would classify as small.

Has a birthday today.

Or so I’ve been told.

And has reached a great age

Making her rather old.’

Me: ‘Rather old’ isn’t very nice, Nell.

Nell: Tell me about it. May I continue?

Me: Yes.

Nell: ‘There has to be bubbles.

There must be a cake.

And singing and dancing

And a large juicy steak.’

Me: I don’t want a steak.

Nell: It’s not all about you.

Me: I thought it was.

Nell: ‘In short, dearest Sara,

Happy Birthday to you.

We love what you write

So keep doing what you do.’

Me: I will.

Nell: I know you will, because I’ll be by your side. You and me. Always.

Me: Yes. Sorry.