Morning cuddles with Dave

Nell: If you could stop cuddling David for a moment I have something to tell you.

Me: Oh dear. Look at my greying hair.

Nell: Never mind that now. We are all struggling with lockdown hair at the moment. You don’t hear me complain.

Me: Can’t Dave and I cuddle and listen? You know how much we enjoy our morning cuddles. It sets us up for the day.

Nell: No you can’t. I need your full attention.

Me: Ok. I’m all ears.

Nell: Don’t be silly. Even rabbits aren’t all ears.

Me: It’s just a saying. I’m listening.

Nell: Our Penguin is wearing a velvet beret.

Me: Really? What colour?

Nell: Burgundy. But that’s not the point.

Me: No.

Nell: There’s more and you’re not going to believe this.

Me: I just might.

Nell: Gladys was seen getting into a Rolls Royce down at the quay.

Me: A Rolls Royce? You don’t see many of those around here.

Nell: Quite. Especially driven by an Irish Wolfhound.

Me: Now that is unusual.

Nell: Wearing a chauffeur’s cap.

Me: I definitely haven’t seen that before. Do we know where she went?

Nell: Of course we don’t. You can’t know where someone has gone until they come back.

Me: True. Was Gladys wearing velvet?

Nell: You know she was. And satin gloves.

Me: What about Our Penguin?

Nell: Penguins don’t wear gloves. They haven’t got hands.

Me: I mean does Our Penguin know where she is?

Nell: Our Penguin is being very tight beaked about the whole thing.

Me: Maybe we should ask Princess?

Nell: Good idea. Seals are notoriously fickle. Offer them a fish and they’ll bark.

Me: To be fair, Nell, most dogs will bark for a biscuit.

Nell: I think most is a slight exaggeration, don’t you?

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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