Me: Dave didn’t eat his breakfast.
Nell: Good grief. He needs to pull himself together. Sally will be back before he knows it.
Me: Yes. Harriet is comforting him and Mutley is playing something gentle on the piano.
Nell: A good walk on the beach in the fresh air will sort him out.
Me: Sally has only been gone a day though, so he might need time.
Nell: Charlie has gone too, you know. You don’t see me lying on the kitchen floor weeping into my toast and marmalade.
Me: That’s because Poppy made you smoked salmon and scrambled eggs.
Nell: That is not the point and you well know it.
Me: Dave will feel better soon. Sally has promised to keep in touch.
Nell: Yes, nowadays with iBones it’s easy.
Me: The Cat seems positively delighted to see her go.
Nell: Yes, it was here first thing this morning with a sequinned hat and a pair of tap shoes. I told it to go away as nobody should ever consider tap dancing before breakfast.
Me: Or even at all in my case.
Nell: I used to tap dance a lot in my youth. Anton du Bark and I often incorporated it into our routines. It was exhilarating.
Me: I can imagine Dave tap dancing.
Nell: Actually, that’s not a bad idea. Go and find The Cat and get Gladys out of my handbag. David needs to dance.
Me: Has he got tap shoes?
Nell: Of course. They are on the shoe rack with everyone else’s. Do keep up.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
