Me: It’s absolutely wonderful to be home again.
Nell: Lower your voice, please. David is still sleeping. All this Staying Away Far Too Long and Finally Coming Home Again is completely exhausting.
Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. He didn’t know what to do with himself when I walked through the door.
Nell: Harriet lost her voice with happiness as usual.
Me: Yes, she just squeaked and squeaked.
Nell: I remained composed.
Me: You did.
Nell: Somebody had to.
Me: We had quiet cuddles together once everything had calmed down, though, didn’t we?
Nell: We most certainly did.
Me: I’m never really Me without You, Nell.
Nell: I’m always with you. No matter where you are.
Me: You know what I mean.
Nell: I do and I feel the same way. We all do. A part of us was missing when you were away and we didn’t like it.
Me: Neither did I. But now I’m back again.
Nell: Less of the loud London Voice, please. You’re in Devon now.
Me: I’m still a bit buzzy, aren’t I?
Nell: You are.
Me: It hasn’t been an easy week.
Nell: I agree.
Me: But we’ve finally sorted what needed to be sorted.
Nell: You have.
Me: There was a time when I thought we never would.
Nell: I know.
Me: Even yesterday I wasn’t sure I was really coming home until I was on the motorway and saw the signs to Devon.
Nell: You’re going to need a few days of quiet.
Me: You’re right.
Nell: Letting go of your London self won’t just happen in an instant.
Me: No, it won’t.
Nell: How about a cup of Earl Grey?
Me: Could you stay and chat a little longer?
Nell: I’m not going anywhere. You and me. Always.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
