Me: Dave is lying on the floor upstairs with Harriet’s head is in his mouth and his arm around Poppy.
Nell: Yes, it’s fine. All part of Welcome Home Fighting. Sometimes gentle biting is the only way to show affection.
Me: I am so glad they are safely home.
Nell: Yes. David was very naughty to turn his phone off. Apparently The Cat flew he and Sally to Cannes for the evening.
Me: How romantic.
Nell: Yes. They dined by moonlight to the sound of the violin.
Me: Was Gladys dancing?
Nell: Yes, on the beach to quite an audience apparently.
Me: So we can actually enjoy a quiet Sunday?
Nell: Yes. Poppy is preparing a roast for lunch and Timothy is back from his painting retreat so we shall all be together.
Me: I never thought of turkeys as being particularly artistic.
Nell: No. It’s a skill Timothy never knew he had until he joined our family and spread his wings.
Me: I suppose our family is rather special.
Nell: That’s one word for it. Now, I am going to enjoy a cup of Earl Grey while I listen to The Archers on the radio. Would you care to join me?
Me: I would love to.
Nell: I’ve had quite enough of the real world for the time being and am happy to escape for a while.
Me: I know exactly what you mean. Let’s escape together.
Nell: We always do. Has Gladys eaten all the shortbread again? My handbag is full of crumbs.
Me: Yes. She was awfully hungry after the helicopter flight so Malcolm made a fresh batch.
Nell: He’s exceptionally good at baking for a flamingo. Don’t hog all the macarons. They are there to be shared.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
