Nell: Happy Mother’s Day.
Me: Thank you. I would like to wish a Happy Mother’s Day to all you mothers out there in any shape or form.
Nell: I would include myself in that.
Me: And you would be right. You’re a mother to us all.
Nell: Most kind.
Me: And I wish all you mothers could have a present like mine.
Nell: What is yours?
Me: A bed full of Labradors. What more could anyone want?
Nell: It’s Sunday, so a good Sunday roast would be on my list.
Me: Right. Now, here’s the thing.
Nell: I don’t like it when you say that.
Me: You know the kitchen is still mostly in boxes?
Nell: Herr Hoffmann managed to cook us all a spaghetti bolognese last night.
Me: Yes, but it wasn’t easy for him.
Nell: True.
Me: Anyway, a roast simply isn’t possible.
Nell: But it’s Mother’s Day.
Me: Yes, and that’s why Kev, my sister Charlotte and I are going to the pub for lunch.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: They’re doing a special Mother’s Day roast.
Nell: Kev’s not a mother.
Me: He’s an honorary mother today after all the work he’s been doing.
Nell: True. What about us?
Me: We thought a lovely walk might make up for the lack of roast.
Nell: And Sunday Songs?
Me: The Welsh Corgi Choir are singing at the recreation ground at 11am and everyone is invited.
Nell: Will the llamas be cartwheeling?
Me: Of course. Gladys wants to spread the word about Glide with Gladys which will be resuming from tomorrow.
Nell: My gliding days are over but I don’t mind joining you on the bed for a Mother’s Day snuggle.
Me: It’s going to be fine, isn’t it?
Nell: You and me. Always.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
