No sausage

Me: You are going to have to forgive me some time, you know.

Nell: I know.

Me: We had a lovely day yesterday, didn’t we?

Nell: Yes. It was good to see the sun again.

Me: And rainbows.

Nell: And rain.

Me: Not much rain.

Nell: We were the only ones eating lunch outside.

Me: It was glorious down on the beach.

Nell: People actually pointed at us in amazement.

Me: They were admiring the view, or my hat.

Nell: Nobody is going to admire that hat.

Me: No, you are right. Our fish was delicious though, wasn’t it?

Nell: I had a very small portion.

Me: I know.

Nell: And Kev had sausages.

Me: Yes.

Nell: Sizzling sausages.

Me: Yes. His favourite.

Nell: And mine.

Me: I know, but there is nothing to be done.

Nell: People say that when there actually is something to be done. Like giving the poor starving animal a sausage.

Me: We both know you aren’t a starving animal. Anyway, you enjoyed your fish.

Nell: It was not a sausage.

Me: Then we all ran on the beach.

Nell: I ran on the beach. You didn’t do any running.

Me: I kicked your ball.

Nell: You did. Badly, but with a certain degree of enthusiasm.

Me: You met an optimistic young poodle.

Nell: It was very bouncy.

Me: You were bouncy when you were young.

Nell: I was never bouncy.

Me: And after another walk with everyone, including Mutley, we had a lovely dinner together.

Nell: There was no meat.

Me: I know. It was vegetarian.

Nell: I’m not a vegetarian.

Me: No, but James Beddall is, and you know how much you like him.

Nell: I can’t believe you just used the Kind James card. Leave him out of this.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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