Me: My darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy is looking awfully hungry.
Nell: Excuse me?
Me: Dave is drooling again.
Nell: Stop waving a bacon sandwich at him then. Good grief.
Me: He’s already had two, Nell. This one is mine.
Nell: That’s a rather selfish start to the day.
Me: Unbelievable. I happen to know that you and Knitwear Wolf were cosily eating your sandwiches in front of the fire.
Nell: So?
Me: You didn’t offer any of yours to me.
Nell: You were writing upstairs.
Me: I was until Dave popped upstairs to tell me to hurry up and grab a sandwich before they had all gone. Bless him.
Nell: Hats off to David for ingenuity.
Me: Why?
Nell: You’ll weaken and he knows it. Now, have you told everyone about these Black Friday Weekend offers on your book yet?
Me: No.
Nell: The nice people at Gazelle Book Services are knocking 50% off the price of your book this weekend. All people have to do is enter the code GZBLACKF20.
Me: And Bob’s your uncle.
Nell: Bob is certainly not my uncle. He’s a retired ex services Border Terrier.
Me: It’s just a saying. Anyway, if anyone is thinking of buying the book as a Christmas present then please take advantage of this deal.
Nell: I think you shared the link in your story too.
Me: Yes, I did. Why have the Welsh corgi choir arrived? It’s not Sunday.
Nell: Costume fittings with The Cat. Some of their woolly jumpsuits are a little tight.
Me: I hate it when that happens.
Nell: Please tell me you’re not going to be wearing a woolly jumpsuit.
Me: No. Mine is silver like the Talking Bowl.
Nell: You are not going on stage. Especially in a silver jumpsuit.
Me: Ok. Sorry.
