Out of sorts

Me: It was lovely to see you making a new friend on the beach.

Nell: That is wrong on so many levels. It’s not my first day at kindergarten, you know. I’m a mature Labrador with plenty of friends.

Me: But I saw you give that dear little dog a lick.

Nell: No, you saw that dear little dog invade my personal space until I asked it to stop.

Me: Oh, I thought it was ever so sweet. It was called Lily.

Nell: Yes. I know as it kept following me around shouting “Play with Lily.”

Me: Oh.

Nell: One of my pet hates, apart from the above mentioned invasion of personal space, is animals and people who talk about themselves in the third person.

Me: I know what you mean.

Nell: “Jack is on the ball today.” “Edward would like another biscuit.” Ridiculous.

Me: Yes. But it was just trying to be friendly.

Nell: “One of Hilary’s strengths is her perseverance.” Good grief. Just say “I am good at persevering.” What’s so difficult about that?

Me: Gosh, you are out of sorts today. Shall I bring you a cup of Earl Grey?

Nell: Yes, please, and some lightly buttered toast.

Me: I’m presuming you would rather David didn’t sing?

Nell: Correct.

Me: And a contemporary dance is out of the question?

Nell: Just get the tea.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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