Nell: Devon’s looking wonderfully green.
Me: It is.
Nell: Good see the Puppies enjoying their walk.
Me: One of the things I love is calling Harriet and seeing her run towards me with a big smile on her face.
Nell: Harriet is very good at recall.
Me: Only on walks. At home she’ll often ignore me if she’s comfortable somewhere.
Nell: Nobody likes to be disturbed when they’re asleep.
Me: Especially when it’s on my bed.
Nell: Beds are meant to be slept on.
Me: Not by muddy Labradors.
Nell: You can always wash the bed cover. It’s not the end of the world.
Me: It is when you’ve just changed the bed.
Nell: It’s just mud and before you ask, yes we have mud up here.
Me: And beds?
Nell: Don’t be silly. Of course we have beds and sofas and armchairs.
Me: Good. You used to love a comfortable sofa.
Nell: I still do.
Me: Many’s the time you and I would sit on the sofa together.
Nell: I remember.
Me: My precious Nell.
Nell: Are you having one of those days?
Me: I think I might be.
Nell: We need to find a pocketful of happiness.
Me: We do.
Nell: I believe the sun might be shining.
Me: It is.
Nell: The Weather Guardians said it would be for a while.
Me: We had an awful lot of rain last night.
Nell: Rain is good for the plants.
Me: Dave and Harriet dug a big hole in the garden and lay in it.
Nell: Not their finest hour.
Me: It made them very happy.
Nell: Unfortunately some animals’ pocketfuls of happiness are not other people’s.
Me: Especially when they dry themselves off on a clean bed.
Nell: Are we back to muddy beds again?
Me: Yes. Sorry.
