This simply won’t do

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.

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