Sara is Disgruntled

Me: I’m a bit disgruntled today, Nell.

Nell: I know you are.

Me: It was lovely down on the beach. The weather was absolutely gorgeous and you walked well, which was wonderful, but I wish they would stop shooting pheasants.

Nell: So, do I.

Me: I really hate the sound of gunfire for whatever reason.

Nell: I don’t like it either. It disturbed my walk.

Me: Think of the poor pheasants.

Nell: Are you going to tell everyone about the house survey yesterday?

Me: I suppose I must, not that I have any idea how it went.

Nell: Go on.

Me: There we were, poised and ready to go, when the estate agents rang to say the surveyor did not want us there and preferred to carry out the survey alone.

Nell: There was nothing you could do.

Me: Nothing but wait.

Nell: Which you don’t find easy at the best of times.

Me: Waiting has become much harder as I get older.

Nell: You should be a Labrador. We are excellent at Waiting. It is what we do.

Me: I don’t think I’d make a very good Labrador.

Nell: You might be right. Now, the best thing to do when there’s nothing you can do, is to forget about it.

Me: How?

Nell: Put it out of your mind and get on with life. When there’s something to tell, you will be told.

Me: Easy for you to say.

Nell: Why worry about something you can’t change?

Me: Because it’s so important.

Nell: The surveyor was never going to discuss his report with you then.

Me: We might have had an inkling.

Nell: Forget about inklings. It’s Saturday so it’s bacon sandwiches in front of the fire with us dogs. What more do you need?

Me: You’re right. Sorry.