Nell: Morning. What was the matter with David?
Me: He wanted Harriet to come downstairs.
Nell: Where was she?
Me: Upstairs. She’d found a patch of sunshine and was warming herself.
Nell: Sensible girl.
Me: It made me think.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: It’s the same as a pocketful of happiness, isn’t it?
Nell: What do you mean?
Me: In darker times we need to find a patch of sunshine.
Nell: We do.
Me: I had a lovely FaceTime with Chris and Shannon at the weekend.
Nell: Good.
Me: They were in their new house and showed me around.
Nell: An exciting time.
Me: Marvin was there, too. He loves the garden.
Nell: A garden is important for us dogs.
Me: Seeing how happy Chris and Shannon are in their new home has made me happy, too.
Nell: Yes.
Me: And the feeling of happiness has stayed with me and carried me through sad times.
Nell: I’m glad to hear it.
Me: So, in a way I’m like Harriet. I’ve found my patch of sunshine and I can go there when I need to.
Nell: But David has to stay downstairs.
Me: I wouldn’t say that, Nell.
Nell: If he takes the patch of sunshine there won’t be any room for anyone else.
Me: I suppose not, although I’d like to think it could be shared.
Nell: Sharing is caring.
Me: Dave’s patch of sunshine was when Harriet heard him crying and came downstairs. She gave up her sunshine for him.
Nell: And made another for them both.
Me: That’s true.
Nell: It must have been a very large patch.
Me: I think it grows when it’s shared.
Nell: You’re having a rather insightful morning.
Me: I am, aren’t I?
Nell: Don’t worry. It won’t last.
Me: No. Sorry.
