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Three Little Ducks

Me: Every time I see ducks swimming along I’m reminded of the canal near my late mother’s house. We always used to walk along there and feed the ducks.

Nell: I seem to recall the swans were rather nasty.

Me: They were a little aggressive.

Nell: I was the only animal allowed to visit your mother with you.

Me: Nigel and Boo visited too because they lived nearby.

Nell: I meant the only animal from Oxfordshire.

Me: Yes, you were my companion.

Nell: I still am. Dogs fly on aeroplanes, you know.

Me: Don’t start that again. Anyway, did I tell you Nigel and Boo are coming to stay at the weekend?

Nell: You didn’t, but my friend Dorothy did. She’s hoping to join us for Sunday lunch.

Me: She’s very welcome. People have been suggesting ways of getting you down to the beach.

Nell: Most kind.

Me: Some thought we could put you in a trolley, or adapt a pram.

Nell: I’m not a pile of shopping and I’m definitely not sitting in a pram.

Me: We have Jonathan’s old one here.

Nell: I know. It’s been sitting on top of the wardrobe for years.

Me: It has, but there might be something Kev could do to adapt it.

Nell: I am not sitting in a pram.

Me: I was glad to see you paddling in the river again. I know getting up and down the river bank isn’t easy but you did it.

Nell: You didn’t.

Me: Standing at the top of the bank taking photos of you all is more than enough for me.

Nell: I’m glad we saw those ducks.

Me: So am I. They brought back happy memories.

Nell: You’ll be making more soon when you visit the grandchildren. Without me, however.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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