Poppy is not amused

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.

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