Making Do

Me: You three gave me an awful shock this morning.

Nell: That’s not a very nice thing to say. Most people would be extremely happy to see three labradors by their bedside.

Me: I’m not sure they would. Why do you have to watch me sleeping?

Nell: We were just showing our concern. Everyone else has been up and doing for hours and we wondered why you were being such a slugabed.

Me: It’s Saturday. Dave had his face right up next to mine.

Nell: Yes. That’s because David worries about you most. Almost as much as bacon.

Me: What’s bacon got to do with it?

Nell: We’ve run out. Knitwear Wolf is going to try and get us some more but he’s very busy today delivering tank tops.

Me: Tank tops. I haven’t seen one of those for years.

Nell: They are excellent for keeping tummies warm in the wind. Henry and Horst wear them all the time when they aren’t armoured.

Me: I thought they were waistcoats.

Nell: They are if you think about it. Only knitted.

Me: Yes, I suppose so. Anyway, I’m sure you’ll survive without bacon.

Nell: We had to make do with fresh farm eggs, lightly boiled, and soldiers made with Poppy’s homemade bread and local butter.

Me: I wouldn’t call that Making Do, Nell.

Nell: But you’re not David.

Me: You all ate so many bacon sandwiches yesterday. I’m surprised you want any today.

Nell: Don’t be silly. Nobody remembers yesterday’s meal. In fact we Labradors are exceptionally skilled at Moving On.

Me: If you mean pretending you haven’t eaten anything in days then I agree.

Nell: You know what they say. Out of sight. Out of mind.

Me: They are not talking about food.

Nell: How do you know?

Me: True. Sorry.

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