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.
