Dave Tries to Lighten the Mood

Nell: When will David realise that Morning Thoughts is neither the time nor the place to be playing Cheeky Animals?

Me: Why not?

Nell: We have serious matters to discuss.

Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. He just wants to lighten the mood. Bless him.

Nell: Not today. We have far too many important topics on the agenda.

Me: Such as?

Nell: Myfanwy. The Welsh Corgi Choir are considering taking her back and have asked for our opinion on the matter.

Me: That’s wonderful news.

Nell: Is it?

Me: Yes.

Nell: Myfanwy is a bad animal.

Me: Not anymore. She went to the police station and told PC Panda everything and now Knitwear Wolf is free.

Nell: He wouldn’t have been arrested in the first place if she hadn’t tricked him.

Me: She didn’t want to be a bad animal, Nell. She was afraid of Lady Anwen.

Nell: She deceived Rupert and took advantage of him.

Me: He’s forgiven her.

Nell: I know he has.

Me: They’re eating Eggs Benedict in the kitchen together right now. I’m surprised Dave isn’t with them.

Nell: David is in a meeting with me.

Me: I think Myfanwy should be given a second chance.

Nell: Most of the animals agree with you.

Me: There you are then. Who doesn’t?

Nell: The Cat is on the fence.

Me: I don’t think it should be kept outside, Nell. It has the right to voice its opinion too.

Nell: Not literally, figuratively. The Cat is in two minds about this.

Me: Why?

Nell: It says Myfanwy lacks style.

Me: What does that mean?

Nell: It wasn’t keen on Myfanwy’s hat, if you must know. ‘Too frumpy and needed a wider brim’. I quote.

Me: Style is not important.

Nell: It is to The Cat.

Me: Yes. Sorry.


The Unveiling of the Other Veiled Corgi

Nell: You’re not going to believe this.

Me: I just might.

Nell: The Other Veiled Corgi has been unveiled.

Me: I missed it.

Nell: Where were you?

Me: I got caught up in a story. Tell me everything.

Nell: The Unveiling of the Veiled Corgi began when David started eating her breakfast.

Me: It will have been by mistake, Nell. My darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy loves a poached egg and it’s easily done.

Nell: It was Eggs Benedict but that’s not the point.

Me: No.

Nell: It wasn’t by mistake. It was part of a Cunning Plan.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: While the Veiled Corgi was distracted by David eating her food, Poppy took out her sword.

Me: Oh my goodness.

Nell: And sliced the veil away from her hat.

Me: That could have gone awfully wrong.

Nell: Poppy is a professional swordsdog.

Me: Of course.

Nell: And to our amazement the Veiled Corgi was revealed as Myfanwy.

Me: Myfanwy?

Nell: Yes, she was being blackmailed by Lady Anwen who threatened to tell us who she was.

Me: What about Knitwear Wolf?

Nell: He knew Myfanwy was the Veiled Corgi but he thought Lady Anwen was her shy friend.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: Myfanwy persuaded Rupert to take Lady Anwen to the station as she needed to get back to Windsor Castle.

Me: But the Royal Corgis were collected by car.

Nell: Lady Anwen wasn’t going to Windsor. She was escaping.

Me: Oh yes.

Nell: Myfanwy told Rupert her shy friend had been forgotten.

Me: But why didn’t he tell PC Panda about Myfanwy?

Nell: He knew she was desperate to rejoin the Welsh Corgi Choir and hoped she would tell the truth.

Me: Rupert is such a kind wolf.

Nell: Too kind for his own good.

Me: Yes. Sorry.


David Makes a Decision

Me: I wish you wouldn’t wake me like this.

Nell: Like what?

Me: Dave putting his face right next to mine and then you all lined up waiting beside him.

Nell: We have news.

Me: I don’t think I can cope with news after yesterday.

Nell: It was a beautiful funeral.

Me: The sight of Emma, The Queen’s pony, with her scarf on her saddle and then her corgis Sandy and Muick waiting for her at Windsor.

Nell: Yes. So, PC Panda was here this morning.

Me: Nice of him to pop by.

Nell: It wasn’t a friendly visit.

Me: How odd. He’s usually such a cheerful chap.

Nell: He came here on official business.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: He’s arrested Rupert.

Me: PC Panda’s arrested Knitwear Wolf?

Nell: That’s what I just said.

Me: Has he gone mad? Rupert would never do anything bad.

Nell: I agree.

Me: What’s he supposed to have done?

Nell: Aided and abetted a known criminal to escape.

Me: Who?

Nell: Lady Anwen.

Me: No.

Nell: Remember how you said you saw him taking a Veiled Corgi away in his sidecar?

Me: Yes.

Nell: It was Lady Anwen.

Me: So she’s been here the whole time?

Nell: Yes, until a few days ago.

Me: But what about the one who likes poached eggs?

Nell: It was Eggs Benedict to be exact.

Me: Same thing.

Nell: It most certainly isn’t. Eggs Benedict are served on an English muffin with a slice of ham and covered in Hollandaise sauce.

Me: Fine, but where is that Veiled Corgi?

Nell: Downstairs about to be unveiled.

Me: By Dave?

Nell: Yes. David has Come to a Decision. He needs to act now.

Me: I agree.

Nell: Well, get up then, we need you as a witness.

Me: Yes. Sorry.


Jonathan Sky turns Six and We say Goodbye to The Queen

Me: Today is an emotional day.

Nell: It is.

Me: Jonathan Sky turns six and we say goodbye to our dear Queen.

Nell: I’ve written two poems. Would you like to hear them?

Me: Very much.

Nell: Let’s start with Jonathan.

Me: Yes.

Nell: ‘Someone rather special

Is six years old today.’

‘Rather special, is he?

And six years old, you say?

Would he like a dinosaur?’

‘Of course, but not right now

He’s busy eating spaghetti

And making dogs miaow.’

‘Dogs bark you silly person

Everyone knows that

Now go and get the sandwiches

And put on your birthday hat.’

‘David ate the sandwiches

He did it by mistake

But Harriet’s got ice cream

And Poppy’s made a cake.’

‘Let’s fetch Fayely Whaley

So we can sing our song

Happy Birthday Jonathan Sky

Today you can do no wrong.’

Me: He’ll love that.

Nell: And we love him.

Me: We certainly do.

Nell: And now to The Queen’s poem.

Me: Yes.

Nell: ‘Thank you Your Majesty

For all you have done

For the years that you served

Always being the one

We knew would be there

Whatever might be

In sickness and health

It was your constancy

That made you unique

Among women and men

Steadfast and unchanging

Until the time when

You had to leave us

You had to go

So Thank You Your Majesty

We all loved you so.’

Me: That was beautiful, Nell. It’s hard to believe she has gone.

Nell: She’s watching over us now with all the other Guardians.

Me: Yes.

Nell: We’ll FaceTime with Jonathan and Faye this afternoon.

Me: We will.

Nell: We come and we go. It’s the way of the world. So, let’s celebrate two wonderful people. Raise your tea cup to Jonathan Sky and The Queen.

Me: Yes. Sorry.


Sunday Visitors and Stolen Yorkshires

Nell: Why is Naughty Nigel here again?

Me: That’s not very friendly. Nigel and Boo are spending the weekend with us.

Nell: You do realise that this means all attempts to unveil the Veiled Corgi must be put on hold.

Me: Why?

Nell: David doesn’t have the necessary Focus when Nigel is around.

Me: I’m not sure about that. He seems pretty Focused on Nigel.

Nell: Exactly.

Me: If I didn’t know better I would say there’s an element of jealousy going on there.

Nell: You might be right. David does love the yellow chair.

Me: Not about the yellow chair. About Harriet.

Nell: Harriet?

Me: Yes. She and Nigel get on really well. Haven’t you noticed? Running around the garden and sharing a sofa.

Nell: Nonsense. Eat your bacon sandwich and stop getting carried away.

Me: Did I hear the Veiled Corgi is going to sing with the Welsh Corgi Choir?

Nell: Yes, I think she is. It will only be a brief Sunday Songs today because the real singing will happen tomorrow for The Queen’s Funeral.

Me: Tomorrow is going to be a very strange day. Both sad and happy.

Nell: It is.

Me: Sad because we say goodbye to The Queen but happy because Jonathan Sky turns six.

Nell: He does.

Me: Are you still writing him a poem?

Nell: Of course I am. The Queen wouldn’t want it any other way.

Me: True.

Nell: Now, Poppy says a roast is exactly what we all need in these troubled times and you’re to be allowed to steal the first Yorkshire pudding fresh from the oven.

Me: David usually does that.

Nell: Poppy has spoken.

Me: Can I dip it in the gravy?

Nell: No you cannot. Stolen Yorkshires must be eaten swiftly and alone.

Me: Yes. Sorry.


Surveillance is Tiring

Me: Look at Dave. He’s fallen asleep between my chair and the sofa.

Nell: He’s supposed to be on Surveillance Duty.

Me: I don’t need surveying. Harriet is literally sitting on me.

Nell: It’s not about you.

Me: Good.

Nell: David is supposed to be keeping a close eye on the Veiled Corgi, who’s not outside, by the way, so I don’t know why he’s looking out of the window.

Me: I know. I saw Rupert drive away with her in his sidecar earlier this morning.

Nell: You can’t have done.

Me: Why?

Nell: She’s having Eggs Benedict in the kitchen.

Me: Very posh.

Nell: That’s not the point.

Me: No.

Nell: You must have seen another veiled animal.

Me: I know a Veiled Corgi when I see one, which isn’t something I ever expected to say.

Nell: It might have been a Bichon Frise.

Me: It was definitely her. Rupert lifted her gently into the sidecar and drove off.

Nell: I don’t understand.

Me: It’s easy. There must be two of them.

Nell: Clever.

Me: Thank you.

Nell: Not you. The Veiled Corgis. They’re obviously working together.

Me: And Knitwear Wolf?

Nell: That’s harder to accept.

Me: Have you ever considered they might just be grieving?

Nell: Nobody asks for Eggs Benedict when they’re grieving.

Me: It’s not the most obvious choice of egg, I agree.

Nell: I’m afraid we’re going to have to move to Phase Two.

Me: What’s that?

Nell: Removing the Veil and I know just the animal to do it.

Me: Manuel? He has the tentacles for it.

Nell: No. David.

Me: My darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy?

Nell: Yes. He can steal a tea towel from someone’s shoulder without them noticing.

Me: True.

Nell: So a veil should be no problem.

Me: Right. Sorry.


Harriet is On Duty

Me: Can I ask you something?

Nell: Finish your muesli first, please.

Me: I’m not really in a muesli mood.

Nell: It’s good for you.

Me: Why can’t I have pancakes like everyone else?

Nell: Let’s see.

Me: What does that mean?

Nell: I thought you had a question for me.

Me: I did. Am I being followed?

Nell: Have you been watching ‘Spooks’ again?

Me: Maybe ‘followed’ isn’t the right word. ‘Monitored’ might be more accurate.

Nell: Where’s this going?

Me: Harriet has started lurking on the stairs watching me through the bannisters.

Nell: Harriet doesn’t lurk. She isn’t a lurking sort of animal.

Me: She’s doing a good impression of one.

Nell: Harriet is simply sitting on the stairs minding her own business.

Me: She’s spying on me. I know she is.

Nell: How do you know it’s you she’s watching? It could be anyone.

Me: Well, it’s not the Veiled Corgi because I saw her walking through the fields with Knitwear Wolf just now.

Nell: With Rupert?

Me: Yes, they were deep in conversation.

Nell: Really?

Me: And at one point he lifted her over a stile.

Nell: Lifted her?

Me: Corgis only have little legs.

Nell: It sounds like you’re the one doing the spying.

Me: Anyway, just tell me if I’m being watched or not.

Nell: Harriet has been told to keep a close eye on you.

Me: Why?

Nell: You’re going through a difficult time. We don’t want your behaviour to become too erratic.

Me: Erratic?

Nell: A piece of chocolate cake was eaten late yesterday evening with a mug of tea.

Me: It was comforting.

Nell: Cake is for afternoons.

Me: And muesli is for mornings?

Nell: Correct. We’re just looking out for you. You’re rather precious to us all.

Me: Yes. Sorry.


Putting things into Perspective

Me: A walk down to the beach was just what we all needed.

Nell: Yes, it was.

Me: I always love this time of year when the tourists have gone and it’s back to being us dog walkers and the surfers.

Nell: Yes.

Me: There’s something about the sea that makes you feel you’re part of something bigger.

Nell: Yes.

Me: It puts things into perspective.

Nell: It does.

Me: We are so lucky to live where we do.

Nell: Yes, we are.

Me: It’s something I will never take for granted.

Nell: Talking of living here, how would you feel about a few extra corgis?

Me: What do you mean?

Nell: I’ve been approached by some of the Royal Corgis about extending their stay.

Me: I don’t think that can happen, Nell.

Nell: Why not?

Me: I’m afraid a decision has been made that the corgis have to go and live with other members of the royal family now.

Nell: What if they don’t want to go?

Me: I’m not sure they have a choice in the matter.

Nell: I see.

Me: Was the veiled corgi one of the ones who wants to stay?

Nell: I don’t know. I haven’t seen it for a while.

Me: There was something odd about it.

Nell: Yes, it was veiled.

Me: It had sly eyes.

Nell: You couldn’t see its eyes.

Me: No, but you could sense them.

Nell: Good grief.

Me: In fact, I have a theory about the veiled corgi.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: You’re not going to like it.

Nell: Try me.

Me: I think it might be Lady Anwen.

Nell: Isn’t she in jail?

Me: No, she was given compassionate leave.

Nell: Why didn’t you tell me before?

Me: I had other things on my mind. Sorry.


Thank You So Much

Me: I just want to say thank you to everyone for your overwhelming support. I can’t even begin to tell you how much it means to me.

Nell: Yes, it has been a huge comfort.

Me: It genuinely has. I feel humbled to be honest.

Nell: I told you we would all be here for you.

Me: I know you did. When I woke up this morning I re-read all the messages and it honestly warmed my heart.

Nell; Good.

Me: I’m going to fight this, Nell.

Nell: I know you are. And we’re all by your side.

Me: I was worried I might appear self indulgent with my post yesterday but fortunately nobody saw it that way.

Nell: Of course they didn’t. It was a brave thing to do.

Me: They were just amazing, Nell. So much love and good advice.

Nell: Yes, you are surrounded by a very special group of people.

Me: Talking of special people, I’m so glad Tony is back from his holiday.

Nell: Yes. I think David shed a few tears but Tony was able to comfort him.

Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. He doesn’t like to see me sad.

Nell: And it was good that you FaceTimed with your daughter Alice.

Me: Yes, and accidentally with Chris in Toronto.

Nell: You disturbed him in a meeting.

Me: We didn’t realise we’d phoned him.

Nell: But you still got to see him. If only briefly.

Me: Yes, I did.

Nell: Now, you haven’t been eating so Poppy is preparing a light afternoon tea to tempt you.

Me: How kind.

Nell: Sandwiches with the crusts off and a cake.

Me: No scones?

Nell: Of course there will be scones. Poppy would never serve tea without scones. The mere idea.

Me: Yes, you’re right. Sorry.


A Message from Sara

Nell: Yesterday was a very difficult day for you, wasn’t it?

Me: Yes, it was.

Nell: You have talked it over with me and Kev and your sisters.

Me: I have.

Nell: And you’ve decided to share what is going on in the hope it might help someone.

Me: Yes, and because my followers are like family to me.

Nell: Yes they are and I know they feel the same way about you.

Me: I’m very lucky to have such wonderful support.

Nell: Would you like me to tell them what has happened?

Me: Yes, please. I’m finding it difficult to talk about.

Nell: Yesterday Sara went to see her doctor about a mark on her skin that she felt had changed.

Me: I’ve had it for a long while now and thought it was a sunspot.

Nell: It turns out that it is almost definitely skin cancer. Malignant melanoma.

Me: Yes.

Nell: Tests still have to be done to confirm this and the next few weeks are going to be busy with hospital visits.

Me: They are.

Nell: And I know you won’t mind me telling people that you are very frightened.

Me: I am. But if me posting this means that even one of you decides to get a suspicious mole, or mark checked out then it is worth it.

Nell: Yes, and that’s why we are sharing this today.

Me: Yes. Don’t put it off. Get it checked. If you’re worried about anything please go and see your doctor.

Nell: I’m very proud of you for doing this.

Me: I don’t know why. I’m a complete mess.

Nell: Sometimes letting people know you are scared is the bravest thing you can do.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

Nell; I think we both know there is no need for sorry.