Nell: What do you mean no Sunday roast?
Me: I thought we would have a beef casserole instead.
Nell: A beef stew? On a Sunday.
Me: Poppy said it was a good idea and she can make it ahead of time.
Nell: Sundays are roast days. You know that.
Me: Well, we are having a change.
Nell: What about Leftovers Monday then? Have you considered the implications?
Me: There will still be vegetables.
Nell: You can’t have stew sandwiches. The mere idea.
Me: Dave would probably eat them. Vegetables are good for you. Ask James Beddall. He’s a vegetarian.
Nell: Don’t bring Kind James into this.
Me: Just saying.
Nell: Did Knitwear Wolf deliver the Sunday papers?
Me: Yes. He’s having a cup of green tea with Malcolm in the kitchen.
Nell: And his outfit today?
Me: A fabulous knitted jumpsuit in forest green.
Nell: I don’t know what the world is coming to.
Me: I suppose wolves in knitwear drinking tea with flamingos is a little unusual.
Nell: No. I mean green tea. Why not Earl Grey, or even a good English Breakfast tea?
Me: You’re a bit grumpy.
Nell: Yes. I think I got out of my basket on the wrong side today. Apologies.
Me: Don’t worry.
Nell: What’s that dreadful noise?
Me: There’s a Beefy in the garden arguing with Gladys about bandanas.
Nell: Why?
Me: It says it’s wearing the genuine article and Gladys says it’s a cheap copy and Beefies couldn’t be good if they tried.
Nell: She has a point.
Me: Yes, but what if that Beefy is trying to turn its life around? What if GOOD heard about it and rewarded it with a bandana?
Nell: Turn its life around? A Beefy? Only in your imagination.
Me: It was just a thought. Sorry.
