An early Start

Me: You wake me at six in the morning, Nell? On Easter Saturday?

Nell: Poppy needs help blowing out the eggs. Harriet and I are exhausted already.

Me: Are you serious?

Nell: Yes. They have to be painted and hung on the tree. It’s traditional.

Me: You got me out of bed to blow out eggs?

Nell: You were having a bad dream anyway.

Me: I was, actually. A pandemic nightmare.

Nell: What do you mean?

Me: I was stuck in a stairway with loads of people. I had to walk past them and I was terrified of touching them. I kept thinking I must wash my hands and I mustn’t breathe.

Nell: Oh dear.

Me: Do you know that wouldn’t have been frightening at all a few weeks ago?

Nell: How our world has changed.

Me: I was so scared.

Nell: Well, good that you’ve got several dozen eggs to blow out then.

Me: Before breakfast?

Nell: Of course. The eggs are breakfast. Poppy is making scrambled eggs with smoked salmon and bacon for David.

Me: Can’t Dave help?

Nell: David is no good at blowing out eggs at all. He blew one all over Malcolm. He’s had to go home for a shower.

Me: What about Gladys and Alejandro?

Nell: They are limbering up for the ‘Glide with Gladys’ Saturday morning show.

Me: Henry and Horst then?

Nell: Henry and Horst? Do you know how long it would take a woodlouse to blow out an egg? They could be here until Christmas.

Me: I suppose so.

Nell: Just go into the kitchen and get started. Malcolm will make you a cup of tea when he gets back.

Me: What are you doing now?

Nell: I’m going for a lie down. It’s 6am on a Saturday.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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