Me: Can I just say that trying to make yourself small doesn’t mean I won’t notice you’ve taken my chair again?
Nell: Could you keep your voice down, please? It’s Sunday morning and some of us are still trying to rest.
Me: But it’s my chair.
Nell: You need to let this selfishness go. Life is for sharing. You are behaving like a Beefy.
Me: Like a Beefy?
Nell: Flying around shouting ‘Mine’ at every available opportunity. It’s most unbecoming, you know.
Me: I give up.
Nell: That’s wise. Go and get yourself a cup of tea and try one of Malcolm’s Sunday pancakes. They are delicious.
Me: Don’t you want to try one?
Nell: I had some earlier, thank you. Now I just want to rest.
Me: In my chair.
Nell: I shall ignore that.
Me: What about Sunday Singing?
Nell: That’s not until later and I may just listen from here. I haven’t decided yet.
Me: I know what you’re doing.
Nell: And what is that exactly?
Me: You are hogging my chair until another one of you arrives and you can swap.
Nell: I think somebody got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning.
Me: That’s because my bed was full of dogs.
Nell: So it’s your bed and your chair now, is it?
Me: Yes, it is, actually.
Nell: That’s it. This Sunday grumpiness has to stop. You’ve been thinking too many thoughts again, haven’t you?
Me: I might have been.
Nell: Been trying to see the bigger picture but lost your way?
Nell: And now you are feeling overwhelmed?
Me: A bit.
Nell: You had better have breakfast in your chair by the fire then.
Me: Is that ok with you?
Nell: You only needed to ask.
Me: Yes. Sorry.