Me: Look at my Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: He’s put that horrible ring on the bed.
Me: It’s his favourite toy, Nell.
Nell: It doesn’t belong there.
Me: It makes him happy.
Nell: He doesn’t look happy.
Me: He’s concentrating on the Bus Stop. It’s his Focused Face.
Nell: If you say so. What are the plans today?
Me: The sun is shining and it’s nearly Easter so we might go down to the sea.
Nell: What’s Easter got to do with it?
Me: The beaches are going to be very busy at the weekend.
Nell: Oh yes. The Grockles will be arriving in their thousands.
Me: Don’t call them Grockles, Nell. They’re tourists.
Nell: They’re a nuisance.
Me: I like to see people enjoying our beautiful county.
Nell: You don’t like all the cars.
Me: No, that’s true. I prefer the quieter months.
Nell: At least Grockles aren’t something we Guardians have to worry about.
Me: No.
Nell: We’re all here to stay.
Me: I don’t suppose you ever come across any human Guardians, do you?
Nell: Like your mother and your little sister Alex?
Me: Yes. Monday will be the third anniversary of her death.
Nell: They wave to us from afar and I could probably visit them but I think it’s something we will do together when it’s time.
Me: You’re right.
Nell: Now, are the llamas still dressed as zebras?
Me: No. They’re busy making hats for the Easter Parade.
Nell: Easter Parade?
Me: Yes, we’re all going to parade to the Village Hall for Sunday Songs.
Nell: Have you got a hat?
Me: Not yet. I’m going over to The Cat’s to choose one later.
Nell: You’ll need to decorate it yourself.
Me: I know. I remember.
Nell: So do I.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
I love eating your daily conversations with dear Nell, Sara and am glad you continue to have them even though she’s gone from sight. I’ve followed you both for so many years now and although I don’t always comment, I want you to know I always read your conversations every day and derive so much pleasure from them. Thank you for them. Sending you love and hugs. 🥰🤗
Thank you Christine. X