Water under the bowl

Me: I know you’re watching me, Nell.

Nell: I’m doing nothing of the sort.

Me: You’re hiding by the stair gate.

Nell: I am merely enjoying some peace and quiet.

Me: At the bottom of the stairs?

Nell: Why not?

Me: So it has nothing to do with roast beef sandwiches?

Nell: Of course not.

Me: Only it’s funny how you all gather when there is food around.

Nell: The kitchen is the hub of the house. Everyone knows that. Now, how is the Birthday Boy this morning?

Me: Very touched by the lovely birthday wishes from everyone. That was quite a party.

Nell: Yes. It never ceases to amaze me how light the larger animals are on their hooves.

Me: It was good of Laberace to bring his piano.

Nell: It goes everywhere with him.

Me: I bet he wishes he played guitar.

Nell: Why?

Me: It was a joke, Nell. Easier to carry.

Nell: Talking of carrying, did David just walk past carrying someone in my handbag?

Me: Yes. Benjamin. I’m afraid he’s a little bit the worse for wear this morning so my darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy is looking after him.

Nell: I’m not sure being carried around in a handbag is the best idea for a hangover

Me: Possibly not. We got a terrible review for the book, by the way, Nell. One star.

Nell: You can’t please everyone.

Me: No, you’re right.

Nell: Just move on. Water under the bowl.

Me: You mean bridge.

Nell: What have bridges got to do with it? You know perfectly well that water tends to get under the bowl.

Me: Yes, because you’re such messy drinkers.

Nell: That is not the point. Water dries. It’s Monday. A new week. Bowls can always be refilled.

Me: I see. Sorry.

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