Nell: That’s me at the station yesterday.
Me: Yes. It’s a lovely photo.
Nell: I was letting Kev know that I would be there for him during this difficult time.
Me: I’m coming home tomorrow you know.
Nell: Yes. Anyway, we decided against lunch at the Garden Centre and drove straight home.
Me: Why?
Nell: We felt the twins needed us. David had three biscuits before he could even think of being marvellous and to be honest he was only mildly fabulous.
Me: What about Harriet?
Nell: Jim the Farm Dog came over with some flowers which cheered her up and then we had Malcolm’s fitting.
Me: For his winter jumper?
Nell: Yes. It’s more of a poncho if you ask me. No arms to speak of.
Me: Does he like it?
Nell: He loves it but The Cat is insisting on sequins.
Me: I don’t think Malcolm is the sequins type.
Nell: Poppy put a stop to it. She said there were to be no sequins in her kitchen and no cats.
Me: Gosh!
Nell: Well, that put the dog amongst the sheep I can tell you.
Me: Don’t you mean the cat amongst the pigeons?
Nell: No. Poppy said no cats. Sometimes I think you aren’t listening to me at all.
Me: What did The Cat say to that?
Nell: It flounced out. It didn’t even finish its crumpet and they were delicious. So what are you doing?
Me: I’m actually enjoying a rather nice breakfast before I go and join the others to go to the wedding.
Nell: Bacon and eggs no doubt. I know you go a little wild when you are away.
Me: You must tell Tony the postman that the eggs weren’t anywhere near as good as the ones from his chickens.
Nell: As I always say: “One cannot expect Devon eggs when one is not in Devon.”
Me: True.
Nell: Much as I would love to chat to you all day I must go as I have a whippet waiting.
Me: A whippet?
Nell: Yes. We are interviewing for the cafe. David can tap dance but his waiting skills leave much to be desired and those shoes make a dreadful noise.
Me: I see.
Nell: Now, go and get ready and give the bride and groom my love. Don’t forget your hanky as you know you get emotional.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
