Thank you

Me: What’s going on here?

Nell: Some of us are trying to rest.

Me: Dave’s on the bed with his big bowl.

Nell: David is protesting.

Me: What about?

Nell: Reduced rations.

Me: It’s January, we’re all cutting back.

Nell: I’m afraid one dippy egg and a single slice of hot buttered toast is not enough for a growing animal.

Me: He ate a bowl of porridge too.

Nell: Yes, and not even by mistake. Out of necessity.

Me: With honey from Malcolm’s bees.

Nell: You don’t expect a flamingo to be a beekeeper. It is one of life’s surprises.

Me: We seem to have a lot of those. Anyway, don’t change the subject. Dave had two breakfasts and look what you’ve all done to the bed.

Nell: Malcolm says Henry and Horst are an enormous help with the bees. They can talk to them you know.

Me: I didn’t know.

Nell: Beefies are scared of bees, of course. It’s because they won’t take any nonsense.

Me: A bit like you then.

Nell: I shall ignore that remark. Have you thanked everyone yet?

Me: No, I was just about to when I saw Dave.

Nell: The publishers were very impressed with yesterday’s comments. They found them most helpful.

Me: Yes, they did.

Nell: And you were quite overwhelmed with people’s support.

Me: I was, thank you all so much.

Nell: Now, I think on a grey and chilly day like today a nice cup of Earl Grey and some freshly baked shortbread is just what the vet advises.

Me: No, he doesn’t Nell. He said you all need to lose weight.

Nell: Perhaps Kev could light the fire and you and I could do the crossword.

Me: That does sound awfully tempting.

Nell: I knew it would.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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