Me: Dave is outside on his lounger looking serious.
Nell: It’s just the Easter Monday blues. Sally had to go back to London this morning and he ate too many scones at the Parade yesterday.
Me: So did I.
Nell: I don’t think you will be Morris Dancing again. You get over excited.
Nell: Throwing your bells at a passing pug was not your finest move.
Me: I was jingling them so hard they flew out of my hand.
Nell: Fortunately Harriet saw it happen and offered the pug a macaron as compensation.
Me: Fortunately the pug liked macarons.
Nell: Pugs will do anything for a macaron. Everyone knows that.
Me: Poppy’s Easter Terrier was a great hit.
Nell: Yes. The boxing gloves were inspired.
Nell: At least I know how to put a smile back on David’s face.
Me: Sausages for tea?
Nell: No. Tomorrow is St. George’s Day and he will be playing the Dragon again.
Me: Wonderful. Will Poppy be St. George?
Nell: Yes. She has her suit of armour polished and ready.
Me: Do you think you can perform it early, Nell? Only I have to go away tomorrow.
Nell: Again? You are always gallivanting off somewhere.
Me: But I’m bringing Charlotte back with me the next day for a visit.
Nell: A visit from your sister Charlotte? How delightful. She is so witty and entertaining.
Me: I can be witty and entertaining too, you know.
Nell: Comparison is foolish. A Labrador can run after a Great Dane forgetting there is a little Dachshund trotting behind it.
Me: I’m not a little Dachshund.
Nell: That’s not the point. We are all unique and should embrace it. Now let’s tell David the good news. He’s going to be a dragon.
Me: And Charlotte is visiting.
Me: Yes. Sorry.