Me: Things never go to plan, do they?
Nell: Rarely.
Me: Yesterday Chris and I were planning a lovely lunch at the Thurlestone Hotel followed by a walk on the beach.
Nell: Not forgetting a light supper by the fire with us all later.
Me: And instead of that we had to drive him to the station a day early.
Nell: The forecast was for more rain and flooding in the night so the railways advised people travelling from the South West to London to do so at once.
Me: It was the right decision to make, but it was ever so hard to give up my precious time with him.
Nell: Our precious time. David is devastated.
Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: We’re all very sad.
Me: At least he’s at a hotel near the airport so he doesn’t have far to go.
Nell: Exactly. And he’s enjoying a rather splendid English breakfast.
Me: How do you know?
Nell: He sent me a photo.
Me: Typical.
Nell: And think how happy Shannon and Marvin will be to have him home again.
Me: You’re right. I wish he didn’t live so far away.
Nell: But he does, and he loves living in Canada.
Me: Yes. He’s happy and that really is all that matters.
Nell: Now, because your plans changed you never got to the Thurlestone Hotel.
Me: No, I didn’t.
Nell: So Harriet and I are going instead.
Me: What about me and David?
Nell: I’m sorry but I simply can’t have you crying into your afternoon tea. It won’t do at all.
Me: Afternoon tea?
Nell: Yes. One is far more likely to bump into a rook over tea.
Me: And it happens to be your favourite thing.
Nell: What are you implying?
Me: Nothing. Sorry.
