Nell: Don’t say you can’t believe Kev is 66 because you always do.
Me: I can’t.
Nell: Well, he is, and he doesn’t want to be reminded of it.
Me: Shame you put it in your poem.
Nell: You should have let me write it on my own.
Me: Dave wanted to help.
Nell: I might as well share it with everyone.
Me: Yes, go on.
Nell: ‘It’s time for cuddles.
It’s time for licks.
Our darling Kev
Has turned 66.’
‘Now this means something
I’m not allowed to mention
About getting old
And receiving a pension’.
‘Why mention it then?’
‘I suppose I forgot.
Writing a poem
Is harder than I thot.’
‘Good grief. Just make sure you say,
We love you Kev
Have a Happy Birthday.’
‘Yes, I hope Kev knows
We couldn’t love him more.
He’s our rock and our anchor
He’s the one we adore.’
‘We adore Sara, too,
In a different way.
But Kev is the king,
Especially today.’
Me: He’s going to love it.
Nell: Hopefully.
Me: Make sure you look after him while I’m away.
Nell: I will. Don’t you worry about that. Any news on your flight?
Me: No. I’m still waiting to hear if it’s cancelled. This is so stressful.
Nell: Well, if it is, then you will be going to Iceland. Chris has secured a flight.
Me: I’ve never been to Iceland.
Nell: You won’t be there long but at least it’s a way of getting over to Canada.
Me: I’m exhausted, Nell. I couldn’t sleep again.
Nell: No time for tiredness. It’s Kev’s birthday weekend.
Me: You’re right.
Nell: Put on a smile and grab a bacon sandwich. The party is about to begin.
Me: This early?
Nell: It’s never too early to celebrate King Kev.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
