Nell: I see you went back to our beach again.
Me: There was a brief moment of sunshine and we knew it would be do us good.
Nell: And did it?
Me: Yes and no.
Nell: Why?
Me: I’m still struggling being there without you and so is Dave. He kept stopping and staring out towards the island. I think he imagines you’re there.
Nell: Let him imagine me wherever he wants me to be.
Me: I just don’t want him to think you’re coming home.
Nell: I never left. Not really.
Me: Harriet was in and out of the sea all the time.
Nell: She’s a Merdog.
Me: You used to love chasing your ball into the sea when you were younger.
Nell: I loved walking along the beach with you more.
Me: I miss you so much, Nell. It hurts.
Nell: I know you do. But it will get easier. Trust me.
Me: I hope so.
Nell: So, what are your plans for the weekend?
Me: Charlotte and Nigel are coming to stay.
Nell: Is he going to sleep in my bed again?
Me: Your favourite bed is in the loft, Nell. We couldn’t bear to see it without you and we couldn’t throw it away.
Nell: Understandable. Nigel can sleep in one of my other favourite beds.
Me: Kind of you.
Nell: Are you doing anything special at the weekend?
Me: We’re going to the pub for dinner on Saturday as it will be a year since we moved into the village.
Nell: Well, that’s a lovely idea. It can be your pocketful of happiness.
Me: Yes.
Nell: What about today?
Me: Talking to you. It’s my favourite part of any day.
Nell: You can talk to me anytime. You and me. Always. Remember?
Me: Yes. Sorry.
