Me: Is Dave outside on his lounger listening to Sunday Songs?
Nell: Yes. David is having a Reflective Day.
Me: Any particular reason why?
Nell: Sunday is a day for Reflection. You know that.
Me: Yes, I suppose it is. I wonder what he’s reflecting on, though.
Nell: Poppy’s Sunday roast I should imagine.
Me: I don’t blame him. I’m glad she’s still doing one.
Nell: Why wouldn’t she?
Me: Doesn’t her Anger Management course start tomorrow?
Nell: What’s that got to do with cooking a Sunday roast?
Me: I thought she and Malcolm might be busy preparing.
Nell: They’re busy preparing the vegetables, if that’s what you mean. Tony brought us some runner beans freshly picked from his garden.
Me: How lovely. No, I meant they might be practising being angry with each other.
Nell: I worry about you sometimes. First of all Sundays are not at all about anger and secondly it’s about managing your anger not getting yourself into a fury.
Me: Yes, but if you go there all meek and mild they’ll have nothing to work with.
Nell: I wouldn’t worry. Poppy wears a very short lead. She is easily riled.
Me: Don’t you mean she has a very short fuse?
Nell: No.
Me: She’s not really taking her sword, is she?
Nell: She wanted to, but all weapons have to be left at the door, so there’s no point.
Me: That’s a relief.
Nell: What is Gladys doing?
Me: It’s just a contemporary dance, Nell. Princess is loving it.
Nell: It’s not appropriate for Sunday Songs. Now the llamas have joined in.
Me: I love it when the Welsh corgi choir do that paws over the head thing.
Nell: It’s called waving. One of the llamas has cartwheeled into the pond.
Me: Oh yes. Sorry.
