Me: Look at you, you beautiful dog. Blessed with your own rainbow.
Nell: It’s just the sun casting light on my fur, but thank you for the compliment.
Me: You are beautiful, Nell. Inside and out.
Nell: What do you want?
Me: Nothing.
Nell: Are you hungry?
Me: Definitely not.
Nell: Only you can get all flowery and emotional when you haven’t eaten.
Me: I had a rather large American breakfast, to be honest.
Nell: An American breakfast?
Me: Yes. Pancakes and maple syrup from Monty the moose.
Nell: Monty is a Canadian moose and a member of the Mounties. Don’t call him American.
Me: I didn’t. There was lots of bacon and all kinds of eggs with Huevos rancheros for the more adventurous.
Nell: I’m not a fan of tortillas in the morning but I expect Alejandro was delighted.
Me: Yes, and so was Knitwear Wolf. He loves Mexican food.
Nell: I thought you said it was an American breakfast.
Me: Yes, but Babycakes explained that Huevos rancheros are extremely popular in the United States and the llamas begged Poppy to cook them, so she did.
Nell: What were the llamas doing there?
Me: They always have breakfast with us at the weekend, Nell.
Nell: Well, toast and marmalade is fine with me.
Me: That’s a relief because Dave ate yours by mistake.
Nell: I knew you were up to something with all those compliments.
Me: Everyone thought I should be the one to tell you.
Nell: It’s fine. I’ll just enjoy my toast and marmalade alone with a small cup of Earl Grey.
Me: Kev’s made a fire and Saturday Kitchen is on the television. The llamas are asleep on the sofa but your comfy chair is free.
Nell: Llamas on the sofa? Whatever next?
Me: Yes. Sorry.
