Me: Isn’t it wonderful to have Chris home again?
Nell: He needs to be shared.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: David isn’t letting anyone else have a cuddle.
Me: That’s not true.
Nell: Yes, it is. Ask Harriet.
Me: You know what Dave’s like.
Nell: It’s no excuse. Chris is for everyone.
Me: I saw you having lots of cuddles.
Nell: He’s my boy.
Me: Harriet lost her voice with happiness when he arrived. She could only squeak.
Nell: He looked after her when she was a tiny puppy. She’s never forgotten that.
Me: Dave was never a tiny puppy. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: He has to learn to share.
Me: You’re right.
Nell: He can’t just climb on top of people.
Me: No.
Nell: Why are you smiling?
Me: Because I’m happy. It’s so lovely to have Chris home again.
Nell: Now, as you know Herr Hoffmann is cooking a Thursday roast.
Me: Roast beef with all the trimmings.
Nell: Thursdays aren’t usually roast days.
Me: No.
Nell: But we’re making an exception.
Me: We are.
Nell: Because Chris loves a roast.
Me: We all do.
Nell: And after so long away from home, Chris shouldn’t have to wait until Sunday.
Me: Yes.
Nell: So, the Welsh Corgi Choir thought Thursday Songs might be a good idea.
Me: What?
Nell: With bacon sandwiches all round.
Me: All round?
Nell: You can’t leave anyone out,
Me: We’re going to be ‘all round’ if this goes on.
Nell: Bacon is meant to be shared.
Me: Not on a Thursday.
Nell: You’re not going to begrudge those poor little rain-soaked corgis a bite of bacon, are you?
Me: Rain-soaked?
Nell: Look outside. We’ve booked you in for second sitting.
Me: Second sitting?
Nell: Sharing is caring.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
