Nell: Don’t say you can’t believe Chris is 37.
Me: I can’t. I hope he has a wonderful day.
Nell: He will.
Me: Look at baby Dave in that photo and dear Marvin.
Nell: Marvin has written a poem for Chris. Would you like to hear it?
Me: Very much.
Nell: ‘My name is Marvin
And I want to say
My dear dad Chris
Is 37 today.
He’s not that young
And he’s not that old.
He’s just about right
If truth be told.
This year is a very special one
With lots of celebrations
Cos Dad’s marrying Mom.
She’s the love of his life
So I suppose it’s fine
Because he and Mom
Are the love of mine.
There’s going to be partying
And there’s going to be fuss
But I like it best
When it’s just us.
So Happy Birthday Dear Dad
From your loving boy Marvin
Can we go and get breakfast now
Cos I’m properly starvin’?’
Me: Marvin is right.
Nell: Breakfast isn’t ready yet. Herr Hoffmann’s still grilling the bacon.
Me: No, about this being a really special year. Moving house and a wedding.
Nell: This is our last Sunday Songs here.
Me: I know. It’s a little bit sad, isn’t it?
Nell: You need to look forward. Better times are ahead.
Me: I hope so.
Nell: You’re just tired. This time next week we will be in The House on the Corner starting our new life in the village.
Me: You’re right. Onwards and upwards.
Nell: In the meantime there’s Chris’s birthday to celebrate. Frau Hoffmann has made a cake and the Welsh Corgi Choir are going to sing ‘Happy Birthday’.
Me: Will the llamas be cartwheeling?
Nell: Try and stop them. We have a lot to be thankful for.
Me: We do. Sorry.
