Nell: David has taken it too far again.
Me: What?
Nell: Morning cuddles with Kev.
Me: What did he do?
Nell: We were all enjoying ourselves and then he climbed on top of us to get on to Kev’s lap.
Me: He doesn’t realise how big he is. He’s like a puppy.
Nell: He is like a giant bulldozer.
Me: After that storm I expect cuddles were needed.
Nell: They were.
Me: Where is everyone else? It seems a lot emptier than it was.
Nell: They had an early breakfast of porridge with local honey and have gone to check on the damage.
Me: Is it safe?
Nell: Yes. They all have sou’westers and hats.
Me: I hope Mutley didn’t go with them. He is far too old to be traipsing around the countryside in this weather.
Nell: Of course he didn’t. He’s sleeping in his favourite chair. Didn’t you notice?
Me: No.
Nell: Now, Poppy thinks tray bakes are the answer.
Me: Tray bakes?
Nell: Yes, they can be cut into squares and held in the paw, or claw, quite easily. Everyone will be cold and hungry when they get back.
Me: Yes, they will.
Nell: We have decided on Poppy’s Fruity Traybake, a moist sponge made from banana, apple, carrots and mango, topped with a fruity cream cheese frosting.
Me: Sounds yummy.
Nell: David is doing the icing.
Me: That’s a dreadful idea, Nell.
Nell: Why?
Me: Don’t you remember what happened last time?
Nell: No.
Me: He kept saying ‘One spoon for the cake and one for Dave.’
Nell: He won’t do that again.
Me: On your head be it.
Nell: Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t want icing on my head. It goes on the cake. Honestly, the things you come out with sometimes.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
