Me: Sundays are for snuggling, aren’t they?
Nell: Yes. David comes into his own at this time of year. He is an excellent Snuggler.
Me: Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: How do you feel about cashmere?
Me: It reminds me of my mother.
Nell: The Cat is keen to branch out but Rupert has reservations.
Nell: He’s not sure about the goats.
Me: I don’t think we need goats, Nell. We’ve got sheep, alpacas and corgis.
Me: Yes. They are outside again.
Nell: They will be. It’s Sunday Singing.
Nell: Possibly. I think ‘Morning has Broken’ is in the programme.
Me: There are programmes?
Nell: Of course. You can’t be expected to join in Sunday Singing if you don’t have the words.
Me: I didn’t know I was.
Nell: Life just passes you by, doesn’t it? We’ve been Sunday Singing for years.
Me: You have?
Nell: David and Harriet are key soloists.
Me: They are?
Nell: Jim the Farm Dog has a beautiful voice.
Me: Not when he’s shouting at the sheep.
Nell: Of course not. You can’t use a beautiful voice with sheep. They won’t listen.
Me: Apart from Bert.
Nell: Yes. Bert is an exception. Why do you think Jim wears a tie on a Sunday?
Me: Fashion statement?
Nell: Respect. Sunday Singing is important.
Me: Is that why Gladys is wearing a hat?
Nell: We are all wearing hats.
Me: So you are. I never noticed.
Nell: Yes. You never do. That’s why Kev calls you Sherlock Martin. Floating around in your bubble.
Me: Talking of Kev he has asked me to thank everyone for their kind messages of support. They really mean a lot to him.
Nell: They mean a great deal to us all.
Me: Yes, they do. Sorry.