Easter Monday blues

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.

Me: Yes.

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.

Me: Yes.

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.

Nell: Exactly.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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