No hot options

Me: Dave says there was no breakfast this morning and he’s not sure how he is going to get through the day.

Nell: David is exaggerating. There was no hot breakfast today. Just cereal and fruit. Poppy is staying in her palace.

Me: Is she unwell?

Nell: No. She’s too hot.

Me: Lockdown hair. I’m the same.

Nell: I beg your pardon?

Me: You wouldn’t understand, Nell, because you have self adjusting hair that never really grows.

Nell: I’ll have you know that I used to thoroughly enjoy a visit to the hairdressers.

Me: Yes, but you didn’t need it like Poppy and I. You just got a little tufty.

Nell: A little tufty? Do you mind?

Me: At least Poppy isn’t going grey like me.

Nell: I have told you before that we mature ladies should just embrace our grey. It is a badge of honour.

Me: Do you think lunch is going to be cold, too?

Nell: Yes. Malcolm is preparing a selection of salads and some cold meats with fish for the non meat eaters.

Me: Does Dave know there are no hot options?

Nell: David will just have to deal with it. If he is a very good animal there might be ice cream later.

Me: My poor Big Brave Beautiful Boy. But I suppose everyone needs a pyjama day.

Nell: Talking of pyjamas, have you seen the llamas new outfits?

Me: No.

Nell: The Cat and Knitwear Wolf have brought out some colourful shorty pyjamas as part of their summer range.

Me: Do the pyjamas come in all sizes?

Nell: They do but please don’t think of wearing them.

Me: Actually, I was thinking of Henry and Horst.

Nell: Don’t be silly. Woodlice like to sleep au natural. Everyone knows that.

Me: I didn’t. Sorry.

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