Nell: How was the visit to your mother’s grave?
Me: Extremely healing, to be honest. The weather was awful but it didn’t matter at all.
Nell: The Weather Guardians told me it should improve this weekend.
Me: The church is at the top of the hill overlooking beautiful countryside and the rain and mist only added to it all.
Nell: If you say so. It looks cold to me. Especially for June.
Me: I talked to my mother for a while, said a little prayer in the church and then Kev and I took Dave and Harriet for a walk.
Nell: I remember going there with you several times.
Me: You usually went with me, didn’t you?
Nell: I did.
Me: Do you remember when we first scattered her ashes there with the family and all went to lunch at the country hotel nearby afterwards?
Nell: I do. There was a lovely open fire and comfortable sofas, as I recall.
Me: We were having lunch in the private dining room when I suddenly realised you had gone.
Nell: It was far too noisy in there.
Me: You were next door in the lounge sleeping on one of the sofas in front of the fire.
Nell: It was most comfortable.
Me: The manager asked you to get off but you refused.
Nell: Sofas are to be sat upon.
Me: By the guests.
Nell: I was a guest.
Me: It’s actually one of our favourite memories. Kev and I talked about it yesterday. You were such a character.
Nell: I still am, thank you very much.
Me: I’m glad Dave and Harriet came with me this time.
Nell: So am I.
Me: Nigel went with Charlotte earlier that day.
Nell: Of course he did. It’s what we dogs do.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
