Me: What are you all doing?
Nell: Waiting for a delivery.
Me: Is it the Daily Growl? I hope there isn’t an article about Princess falling down that hill yesterday? I’m not sure she wants everyone to know about it.
Nell: Yesterday’s incident is already trending on YouChewed so everyone already knows about it. Princess is delighted.
Me: So it’s not the newspapers?
Nell: No. It’s our order from the Farm Shop.
Me: Oh good. Poppy says we’re having roast beef tomorrow.
Nell: It’s today we’re interested in.
Me: Why?
Nell: David did the ordering.
Me: You have got to be joking. Who on earth thought that would be a good idea?
Nell: You did.
Me: I did?
Nell: Yes. You know that Harriet always writes the list for Poppy and phones it in.
Me: Yes.
Nell: Well, apparently you said to Poppy that your Big Brave Beautiful Boy needs to be trusted and given more responsibility.
Me: I did say that.
Nell: So Poppy decided to let him order this week’s delivery.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Let’s just say the vegetarians and pescatarians amongst us are going to go a little hungry.
Me: Has he ordered a lot of bacon then?
Nell: Yes. And sausages.
Me: Just right for a barbecue.
Nell: There’s more.
Me: There is?
Nell: Yes. Steak. But not any old steak.
Me: Oh.
Nell: David ordered a Tomahawk steak.
Me: That sounds frighteningly large.
Nell: Exactly.
Me: It was probably by mistake.
Nell: Nonsense. We heard him ask for the biggest steak they had.
Me: Don’t be cross with him.
Nell: I’m not. He was given the chance and he took it. One has to admire his audacity.
Me: Especially when you get to share a Tomahawk steak.
Nell: Sharing is caring.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
