Me: My Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: David thought a photo of him might lift your spirits.
Me: He’s right. Sweet boy with his film star looks.
Nell: Anyway, now that everyone is home safely we can turn our attention to the job at hand.
Me: What job?
Nell: Finding The Hunter. He, or she, is definitely out there and up to no good.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Some animals are behaving very badly indeed.
Me: Really?
Nell: Two Weimaraners had a fight in the supermarket over some pasta.
Me: Spaghetti?
Nell: No. Penne if you must know, but that’s not the point.
Me: No.
Nell: There is no need to fight.
Me: Certainly not. If you can’t get Penne, there’s always Fusilli, or those shell ones.
Nell: That’s not the point either.
Me: Oh.
Nell: Life is too short for fighting. If you can’t have something then you need to make do. Make the best of what you’ve got.
Me: If life gives you lemons make lemonade.
Nell: I’m not very keen on lemonade. If life gave me lemons I would ask Poppy to make a lemon drizzle cake.
Me: That’s a good idea.
Nell: David, for instance, is coping with a lack of bacon for breakfast.
Me: Good boy.
Nell: He had cereal and two boiled eggs instead.
Me: Dippy ones with soldiers?
Nell: Of course. And he didn’t complain. We were discussing ‘Making Do’ at Morning Thoughts and he obviously took my advice to heart. Unlike The Cat.
Me: What’s wrong with The Cat?
Nell: The supply of sequins is running low and it is being ridiculously hysterical about it.
Me: Yes, but sequins are like bacon to The Cat.
Nell: Don’t be ridiculous. The Cat hates bacon. It’s smoked salmon or nothing.
Me: Never mind. Sorry.
