Christmas Day 2020

Me: Happy Christmas Nell. That hat really suits you.

Nell: Happy Christmas to you, too.

Me: Knitwear Wolf is looking impossibly handsome as always. And at least he managed to smile.

Nell: What do you mean?

Me: You always look so serious. It’s Christmas.

Nell: I’ve got a lot on my mind.

Me: Is it the pandemic and missing family and friends? It’s just for now, Nell. Next Christmas we will all be together.

Nell: No. Somebody has eaten a large number of stuffing balls.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: Poppy made a whole batch of them yesterday. But when I checked just now, half of them had gone.

Me: They look awfully like meatballs, don’t they?

Nell: Yes. Why?

Me: Nothing.

Nell: What do you know?

Me: It’s just that Dave had meatballs for breakfast. He said it was a lovely surprise.

Nell: David had meatballs for breakfast?

Me: Yes, with some leftover ham he found in the fridge.

Nell: Leftover ham? Are we talking about Poppy’s Christmas ham?

Me: Anyone can make a mistake, Nell. I don’t think he ate it all.

Nell: We need to find a sharp knife.

Me: Stop, Nell! My Big Brave Beautiful Boy doesn’t deserve to die.

Nell: What are you talking about? Nobody is going to die. This isn’t Game of Thrones.

Me: Thank goodness.

Nell: Poppy has gone for a morning walk with John the Doberman so we have a small window to fix this.

Me: How?

Nell: We will reshape the stuffing balls and pre slice the ham.

Me: Shall I do the carving?

Nell: Certainly not. Fetch Manuel. He has excellent knife skills.

Me: Christmas Day is even more exciting than I imagined.

Nell: Just go and get the octopus, please, and stay in the real world.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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