Nell: Happy Harriet in a field in the sunshine with her ball. The perfect photo for a sunny Saturday.
Me: I thought so.
Nell: You look tired.
Me: I’m not sleeping well. I keep having these searching dreams where I can never find what I’m looking for.
Nell: You’re looking for me.
Me: Oh, I see. No wonder I never find anything.
Nell: It will get better in time. It’s just your subconscious mind trying to make sense of it all.
Me: Grief is so tiring.
Nell: It is. I think a gentle day might be in order.
Me: I agree.
Nell: How is everyone?
Me: Chugging along. The sunshine is helping.
Nell: I thought it would. It’s Chris’s birthday on Monday.
Me: Yes, I know. I’ve sent a card from us all and a present.
Nell: Good.
Me: It’s the first time I haven’t added your name in 14 years.
Nell: Why didn’t you?
Me: You’re not here anymore.
Nell: I’m talking to you.
Me: Yes, but it’s only me, Nell.
Nell: Well, tell him I send my love.
Me: I will.
Nell: Actually, I’ll probably write him a poem.
Me: That would be lovely.
Nell: If I have time.
Me: Are you busy?
Nell: Very.
Me: Funny. I imagined you would have all the time in the world.
Nell: Not when Poppy’s around.
Me: Oh yes, of course.
Nell: That animal never stops.
Me: I remember.
Nell: Any news?
Me: Knitwear Wolf is back. He turned up at Italian night with a Tiramisu.
Nell: Rupert always knows how to make an entrance.
Me: He’s definitely not himself, Nell.
Nell: What do you mean?
Me: He wasn’t wearing a cardigan.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: I was shocked, too.
Nell: Was he wearing anything knitted?
Me: No. Sorry.
