Nell: This simply won’t do.
Me: What’s the matter?
Nell: I’m surrounded by negativity.
Me: Are you?
Nell: David is outside on his lounger watching the gate.
Me: My poor darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Poppy has gone back to bed and gave me a fierce look when I asked why.
Me: She’s fed up with the Lockdown.
Nell: We are all fed up with it, but that’s what is needed to save lives.
Me: I know. It’s just gets you down sometimes.
Nell: Still no need to look like a wet biscuit.
Me: Don’t you mean weekend?
Nell: Certainly not. The weekend hasn’t even started. I mean a biscuit that has fallen into the water bowl and gone soggy.
Me: I’m not soggy.
Nell: Well, don’t behave like it then. Glooming and dooming never got anyone anywhere. You need to be up and doing.
Me: You don’t mean cleaning the house, do you?
Nell: Exactly. It will lift your spirits.
Me: I hate cleaning.
Nell: If everyone mucks in, it will be done in a jiffy.
Me: You sound like a sergeant major.
Nell: Aprons have been issued, along with mops, buckets and cleaning cloths. Team leaders are; Monty the Moose for the larger animals, including llamas, Gladys for dogs, cats and miscellaneous animals, Susan for the birds, and Henry and Horst for insects.
Me: What about me?
Nell: You’re working with Kev.
Me: As joint leaders?
Nell: Don’t be silly.
Me: I hope you’re cleaning, too.
Nell: I’m the General Coordinator. My paws will be full keeping everyone on track.
Me: Will there be refreshments?
Nell: Yes, bacon sandwiches, or cheese and pickle, with mugs of tea, or coffee.
Me: Could I have mine now?
Nell: No. Tasks then treats. You know the score.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
