Nell: It’s far too hot out here and the puppies are taking up all the shade again.
Me: There’s room for you too if you snuggle in.
Nell: I’m not going to snuggle. I’m not the snuggly type and it’s madness in this heat.
Me: Well, go inside then. It’s much cooler. Honestly, if I didn’t know better, Nell, I would say you were rather disgruntled this morning.
Nell: I am just a little out of sorts. I think it’s the heat and the current situation.
Me: How about a nice cool drink?
Nell: I suppose a tall glass of tonic water with ice and lemon might help.
Me: I was actually thinking more of a bowl of water, but okay.
Nell: And a slice of melon, perhaps? Melon cools the mouth quite wonderfully.
Me: Anything else?
Nell: Just my sun hat and the Sunday papers.
Me: Yes. Your Majesty.
Nell: No need for sarcasm. You asked me.
Me: I did.
Nell: Sunday Songs were certainly different today.
Me: Yes. I never knew llamas could sing.
Nell: They can’t. Didn’t you hear the noise they made?
Me: It was ever so enthusiastic, though.
Nell: And the sheep. I mean. Really?
Me: I loved their song.
Nell: ‘I’m Gonna Wash That Ram Right Outta My Hair.’ It’s not suitable for a Sunday.
Me: It got everybody dancing though. Did you see the larger beasts kicking up their hooves?
Nell: Alejandro will use any excuse to start shaking his maracas and as for Gladys. Cartwheels? In this heat.
Me: They were impressive. You know Our Penguin was filming again?
Nell: Oh dear.
Me: We will probably be trending on YouChewed by the end of the day.
Nell: I think I might need a lie down in a cool room.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
