Me: Everything is going to be fine.
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: Charlotte is home and Dave saw a rainbow when he was out on his walk.
Nell: Can I go back to bed now, please? It’s Sunday morning and it’s early.
Me: It’s not as early as you think.
Nell: It is.
Me: The clocks went back last night so it’s actually an hour later.
Nell: I know. I’m supposed to be enjoying another hour in bed.
Me: But I wanted to share some Sunday Morning Thoughts with you.
Nell: They’ll keep.
Me: I might forget.
Nell: Write them down in your notebook and show them to me later. It’s what you usually do with your Nighttime Thoughts.
Me: These aren’t Nighttime Thoughts, They’re Sunday Morning Thoughts.
Nell: It’s too early. I’m going back to bed.
Me: What if I made you a nice pot of Earl Grey and a slice of toast with farmhouse butter and homemade marmalade?
Nell: I suppose I could go back to bed later.
Me: Yes, you could.
Nell: You might as well boil a couple of eggs while you’re there. Charlotte might like one.
Me: I think we should let her sleep. She’s exhausted.
Nell: Well, David’s going to be very hungry after the night shift.
Me: True. All that cuddling can take it out of you.
Nell: I’m sure it can.
Me: Is everything organised for a gentle Sunday Songs outside Charlotte’s window?
Nell: Yes. Everyone has been told to gather quietly.
Me: Even the llamas?
Nell: They’re wearing soft-soled shoes. Gladys confiscated their tap shoes.
Me: Good idea.
Nell: So what are these extraordinary Sunday Morning Thoughts of yours?
Me: I can’t remember now. I’m just glad Charlotte’s home and Dave saw a rainbow.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Sorry.
