Me: Where is my Big Brave Beautiful Boy?
Nell: Outside, Thinking Thoughts.
Me: Why can’t he think inside?
Nell: It’s too noisy and Thoughts are best Thought in the quiet.
Me: True, but it’s quite cold out there.
Nell: Not for a strong and noble animal like David.
Me: You are sounding rather profound this morning, Nell. What has Dave got to think about?
Nell: Opening the first window of the advent calendar, if you must know. He has been chosen to go first.
Me: Why hasn’t he already opened it?
Nell: A delayed treat is a delicious treat. David knows the moment before you eat a treat is almost better than the actual eating. So, he is Savouring the Moment.
Me: Are there treats in the calendar, then?
Nell: Of course, there are. Behind each window is a treat and a picture.
Me: It might be bacon.
Nell: You can’t put bacon in an advent calendar. The mere idea. Good grief. There are biscuits, scones, cheese straws and the odd macaron.
Me: I’m awfully impressed that he’s being so disciplined.
Nell: Yes. David has grown up a lot since we lost Mutley.
Me: Darling Mutley. I miss him so much, Nell.
Nell: We all do, but he’s watching over us now with the other Guardians. Anyway, what do you feel about ice skating?
Me: I beg your pardon?
Nell: Gladys thinks it’s a wonderful idea.
Me: It isn’t cold enough for skating.
Nell: According to Our Penguin these things can be organised nowadays.
Me: Will the ice skating be part of the pantomime?
Nell: Yes. The llamas are dreadfully keen.
Me: Count me out. I’m a dreadful skater.
Nell: The Talking Bowl is heard but not seen. How many times do I have to tell you?
Me: Yes. Sorry.
