Me: I’ve been doing some thinking.
Nell: About the choice of vegetables with today’s Sunday roast? I quite fancy freshly picked runner beans.
Me: No. About happiness and what it means.
Nell: David’s happiness probably involves bacon.
Me: Not always. I was watching him in the activity field and some of his happiness was knowing he could go wherever he wanted to.
Nell: What do you mean?
Me: Sometimes he just stopped running and gazed at the field for a moment to take it all in.
Nell: He might have merely wanted a rest.
Me: No. That’s you. Most of your enjoyment is in a gentle sniffari and a lie down in the middle of the field.
Nell: I’m a lady of mature years. We like to take our time.
Me: Harriet just loves to be on the go. All the time. And if she isn’t on the go she’s rolling around on her back.
Nell: What about your happiness?
Me: Mine is knowing that there are only two sleeps before I see Alice and the grandchildren again.
Nell: I don’t know what you’re doing talking to me, then. There’s so much to be done.
Me: No, there isn’t. I’ve only got to make up the beds. We cleaned the house for the viewing.
Nell: The Welsh Corgi Choir were asking if you’d like them to sing on Tuesday.
Me: That’s ever so kind, but I don’t want to put them to any trouble.
Nell: The Whippets Institute are happy to take them in their minibus.
Me: Are they coming, too?
Nell: We need music at the Welcome Party.
Me: I didn’t know there was going to be one.
Nell: It’s a year since we’ve seen the family. Of course we’re going to party. Do keep up.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
