Me: Are you and Harriet waiting for the post?
Nell: Of course we aren’t. Tony is on holiday and it’s Sunday. Do keep up.
Me: I just wondered what you were doing in the doorway.
Nell: Harriet and I are listening to Morning Songs of course.
Me: Oh yes. I saw the Welsh corgis arriving earlier. I love their little cardigans.
Nell: Knitwear Wolf likes to make sure they keep warm. It can be chilly first thing in the morning and there’s quite a breeze on the hill.
Me: Yes. I feel sorry for them standing out there alone in the wind. They should be huddled together for warmth.
Nell: It’s summer and they are not alone. And anyway they are a Welsh corgi choir not a herd of sheep. Good grief.
Me: Yes. You’re right. Have you been eating bacon?
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: You just licked your lips which is a sure sign that you’ve eaten something tasty.
Nell: There is no bacon in the house after David’s mistake.
Me: My poor Big Brave Beautiful Boy. He’s so sorry.
Nell: He wasn’t sorry when he ate Harriet’s toast and Marmite.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: I told her not to leave it there while she went to get a cup of tea but she wouldn’t listen.
Me: He probably thought it was going spare.
Nell: Going spare? It was on her special plate.
Me: Wait a minute. You’ve just eaten Marmite too, haven’t you?
Nell: What do you mean?
Me: You’re licking your lips again. That’s what Marmite does to you.
Nell: I may have had a taste.
Me: Did you share Harriet’s toast with Dave?
Nell: Would you kindly allow us to enjoy the singing? Gladys is about to perform a contemporary dance.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
