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?
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.