Me: Isn’t Dave impossibly handsome?

Nell: David is a good looking Labrador.

Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. He had such a wonderful time yesterday.

Nell: Doing what?

Me: We had a really lovely long walk in the countryside.

Nell: I’m glad to hear it.

Me: The little bit of rain has made everything much greener.

Nell: I can see that.

Me: And Dave was able to snoofle and roll.

Nell: Excuse me?

Me: Snoofle and roll.

Nell: I heard you the first time. What does it mean?

Me: Dave sort of sniffs the grass and then he bodysurfs and rolls. And before you ask there wasn’t any fox poo. It was just grass.

Nell: I beg your pardon?

Me: Charlotte’s old lab Harry and our old Yorkshire terrier Zapp loved nothing more than rolling in fox poo.

Nell: Only because it smells wonderful.

Me: It really doesn’t, Nell. Trust me. It’s disgusting.

Nell: Not to us. Anyway, enough talk of poo, today is the first of the month so please share the link to the website where people can support your writing.

Me: It’s https://buymeacoffee.com/saramartin. Thank you so much in advance. I really appreciate every single cup.

Nell: So do I. From afar nowadays, but I know how much it means to Sara to have your support.

Me: It does.

Nell: Now, June is a month of emotions both happy and sad.

Me: It is.

Nell: It’s the anniversary of your mother’s death on 11th but your sister Charlotte’s birthday on 17th and Dave and Harriet’s birthday on 19th.

Me: I’m glad it’s that way around. I can do my grieving first.

Nell: Remember grief is only love with nowhere to go.

Me: You’re right.

Nell: Always.

Me: Except about the fox poo.

Nell: Enough about poo.

Me: Sorry.