Me: Evening walks are really rather wonderful at this time of year.
Nell; Why?
Me: It’s the light. Every time I see the sun still shining through the leaves I think of you.
Nell: Of me?
Me: Yes. It’s like you’re telling us you’re still there.
Nell: I am.
Me: My mother does it, too.
Nell: I know, and your little sister.
Me: The Puppies feel it. They often stop and look.
Nell: Harriet looks like she’s searching the undergrowth.
Me: She’s always doing that.
Nell: She’s a Labrador.
Me: My Big Brave Beautiful Boy was thinking tremendously deep thoughts.
Nell: Your Big Brave Beautiful Boy was wondering if there might be a second dinner for him when he got home.
Me: You’re probably right
Nell: Was there?
Me: Yes. He had Supper.
Nell: Bacon sandwiches?
Me: No, he’s having those today for breakfast.
Nell: Bacon sandwiches are excellent at any time of day.
Me: True. I remember eating them as a teenager after a night out with friends. Delicious.
Nell: So, what was David’s supper?
Me: A cup of tea and a biscuit.
Nell: That’s not going to satisfy the hunger of a growing animal.
Me: Dave will be 9 next month. He should have stopped growing by now.
Nell: He’s going to fade away on prison rations like that.
Me: Don’t be so dramatic.
Nell: Mutley and I had a delicious bowl of soup for our supper yesterday with crunchy bread and farmhouse butter.
Me: What about the others?
Nell: Charlie was out playing poker with Poppy and the Yorkshire Terrier brothers.
Me: Zapp and Monty?
Nell: Yes.
Me: And The Great Barberino?
Nell: He insisted on singing.
Me: You could have shared your soup with him, Nell.
Nell: One can’t eat and sing.
Me: Oh yes. Sorry.
