Me: I love Spring. The daffodils are out and the birds are singing.
Nell: Yes. Loudly.
Me: It makes you want to dress in bright colours.
Nell: It does?
Me: You want to skip and dance like the lambs in the field
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: Throw caution to the wind and chase your troubles away.
Nell: Have you been drinking?
Nell: I hope you realise I will not be joining you in any of the dancing.
Nell: Or wearing a bright collar, or a flower in my hair.
Nell: One of us has to maintain our dignity.
Nell: You are not a lamb.
Me: No. Sorry.