Nell: Harriet and I have been enjoying a lovely chat with your sister. It is delightful that she was able to stay.
Me: Good.
Nell: The thing about Sundays is they encourage contemplation.
Me: Do they?
Nell: Yes. After a hearty breakfast it is time to rest by the fire with the Sunday papers and chat.
Me: I only had cereal upstairs.
Nell: You were too busy writing to join us. Poppy excelled herself. The eggs were a gift from Tony you know.
Me: How kind.
Nell: Yes. Fresh from his chickens.
Me: What were you talking about?
Nell: Life. Love. Lettuce.
Me: Lettuce?
Nell: We were discussing sandwiches. Poppy feels lettuce can make a sandwich go limp and I am inclined to agree.
Me: I like lettuce.
Nell: Yes, but finger sandwiches don’t have lettuce. They are more compact.
Me: Did you discuss anything else?
Nell: Yes. Raisins.
Me: Raisins?
Nell: In scones. We think not, but some people enjoy them. Poppy suggests we offer both.
Me: So the talk was mainly of food?
Nell: No. Harriet and your sister talked bookkeeping and accounting while David practised his dancing and Mutley played the piano. Poppy was in the kitchen and Kev and I just relaxed and listened.
Me: I seem to have missed out on quite a morning.
Nell: Someone has to write about it.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
