Nell: That’s Poppy in Kev’s pocket.
Me: Yes, she was about 10 weeks old and so tiny. I came across the photo and thought she’d like it. Wasn’t she gorgeous?
Nell: I wouldn’t show it to her now.
Me: Why?
Nell: She’s wearing one of her ears back.
Me: Oh no. That’s never a good sign.
Nell: And she’s gone back to bed.
Me: Well, it is Sunday.
Nell: She wants to be alone.
Me: Why?
Nell: Malcolm was serving mackerel for breakfast.
Me: But Poppy loves fish and she’s usually open to new ideas.
Nell: Not this time. Knitwear Wolf told Malcolm about a recipe with fish and rice.
Me: Kedgeree?
Nell: Bless you. Allergies again?
Me: No, it’s the name of a breakfast dish.
Nell: Anyway, Poppy came into the kitchen and found Knitwear Wolf cooking at her stove.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Using her vegetable knife to debone the fish.
Me: That will never work. You need a long bendy knife.
Nell: That’s not the point. And wearing a knitted apron and hat.
Me: What a silly idea.
Nell: Well, you know what Poppy is like about hygiene?
Me: Yes. She has five stars. Hard earned.
Nell: Quite. So she threw the wolf out and banished the flamingo.
Me: Not something you hear every day. So who is cooking breakfast?
Nell: David.
Me: Goodness me.
Nell: He’s making bacon sandwiches with a choice of red or brown sauce and builders’ tea in mugs.
Me: Sounds delicious.
Nell: Harriet has prepared a fresh fruit salad for the vegetarians and health conscious.
Me: No one will want that.
Nell: Walter Pigeon said he would give it a go.
Me: Is he even invited?
Nell: Of course he is. Sunday breakfasts are for sharing. You know that.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
