Me: I’m a tiny bit down this morning.
Nell: I know.
Me: The Little Cottage in the Middle of Nowhere did very badly in all its surveys and the mortgage people are unwilling to take it on.
Nell: It’s a sensible decision.
Me: It is, but a part of my heart is broken at having to say goodbye to it.
Nell: Yes.
Me: I could see us living there.
Nell: I know you could.
Me: But it is not to be.
Nell: There will be something else out there for us.
Me: Well, I hope we find it really quickly, Nell. Our buyers are waiting to move in and we don’t want to lose them.
Nell: None of this is your fault. The little cottage was left alone and unloved for far too long.
Me: It was.
Nell: What we have to do now is to think positively and start looking for other properties.
Me: I feel so tired, Nell. I think my Get Up and Go might have Got Up and Gone.
Nell: At least you haven’t lost your sense of humour.
Me: Not quite.
Nell: What we need first is a hot cup of tea and a bacon sandwich in front of the fire.
Me: I don’t think I want a bacon sandwich, to be honest.
Nell: I didn’t say it was for you.
Me: No. I realise you dogs are going to be disappointed, too.
Nell: We didn’t even see the cottage. We’re sad because you are.
Me: Bless you all. You are such a comfort.
Nell: We’re in this together. You and me. Always.
Me: Yes.
Nell: Try and find somewhere sensible this time with a few less stairs. Some of us aren’t getting any younger and I include you in that.
Me: I will. Sorry.
