Stop getting in a pickle

Nell: Now, you were in quite a pickle yesterday, weren’t you? You need to rest today.

Me: I couldn’t post on my own page.

Nell: That isn’t strictly true.

Me: I was a visitor.

Nell: Sara Martin was a visitor not Conversations with Nell.

Me: I am Conversations with Nell.

Nell: Am I not involved?

Me: You know what I mean. It was very stressful.

Nell: No. David’s food delivery was stressful. It took two bulldogs and a Weimaraner to carry it in.

Me: I never knew a steak could be that big.

Nell: Or draw so much attention.

Me: We did seem to have an awful lot of onlookers.

Nell: In my experience people will travel miles for a piece of good steak.

Me: Thank goodness for social distancing. At least they all stayed in the fields.

Nell: Some of them brought picnics. I heard a family of beagles say it might be a Guinness World Record.

Me: Everybody clapped when it went on the barbecue and my darling Dave bowed. Big Brave Beautiful Boy.

Nell: David loves an audience.

Me: I was proud of him for sharing.

Nell: You can’t eat something that size on your own.

Me: Dave probably could.

Nell: Well, I’m glad he didn’t.

Me: I thought Knitwear Wolf was looking particularly handsome last night. Sort of dark and brooding. Like Heathcliff in a cardigan.

Nell: What utter nonsense. He was patrolling the area. He likes to keep us all safe. He’s not at all like Heathcliff. Heathcliff was wild.

Me: He has a wonderfully wild look about him sometimes.

Nell: You have far too much imagination for your own good. Knitwear Wolf is one of the most civilised and well mannered wolves I’ve ever met. Nobody could be kinder or gentler.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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