Me: Was Dave giving you a kiss?
Nell: Yes. He wants me to feel loved.
Me: My darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. So caring.
Nell: I don’t need to feel loved when I’ve just popped into the garden for a quiet moment.
Me: No. I don’t expect you do.
Nell: Why are you staring out of the window like that. Is it those llamas again? They keep turning up in their pyjamas expecting to be fed.
Me: Well, today is their day then.
Nell: Why?
Me: Because everyone is out there eating bagels.
Nell: Bagels?
Me: Yes. I suspect smoked salmon and cream cheese might be involved as The Cat is enjoying one, too, and you know how fussy it is.
Nell: I’m rather surprised at Poppy. I never knew she liked bagels.
Me: I’m not sure she does, especially when they’re from Babycakes Gillespie.
Nell: Excuse me?
Me: Didn’t I say? He’s got a sort of trolley thing with Babycakes Bagels on the side.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: Yes. I’m quite tempted to go down and try one. What about you?
Nell: Certainly not.
Me: They look lovely and fresh.
Nell: That’s not the point.
Me: Oh dear. Poppy has come outside. She doesn’t look happy.
Nell: Is she carrying her sword?
Me: Yes, but no armour. Babycakes has noticed her and he’s smiling.
Nell: I wish he wouldn’t do that.
Me: He’s shouting something like ‘Try a Babycakes Bagel, Baby.’ You didn’t tell me he was American.
Nell: Never mind that. What is Poppy doing?
Me: Babycakes is throwing bagels and Poppy is catching them on her sword and throwing them back.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Dave has caught three. If I didn’t know better, I’d say Poppy was having fun.
Nell: Fun?
Me: Yes. Sorry.
