Nell: It could stop raining now.
Me: Yes, I agree. It could.
Nell: Even Princess has stopped clapping.
Me: At least it isn’t snowing.
Nell: Not yet.
Me: I think we might have a touch of the Mondays, Nell.
Nell: You are right. This won’t do at all. Ouch. Why did you do that?
Me: Pinch, punch. First of the month. White rabbits. No return.
Nell: I worry about you sometimes.
Me: You can’t pinch me back now.
Nell: I have no intention of pinching anyone, thank you. Where have the white rabbits gone?
Me: There aren’t any. It’s just a saying.
Nell: Are you sure that’s tea you are drinking?
Me: Yes. Peppermint tea actually.
Nell: That explains everything.
Me: I’m partial to peppermint.
Nell: No wonder you’re talking nonsense this morning.
Me: February is the month of love, you know.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: Which is odd in a way because it isn’t a romantic time of year. All grey and rainy.
Nell: Romance is particularly welcome in darker times, if you ask me.
Me: Well, it will be socially distanced romance for many this year.
Nell: True. The pandemic has changed our lives.
Me: You can say that again.
Nell: Why would I do that when you heard me the first time?
Me: Never mind.
Nell: Talking of romance, guess who turned up at Malcolm’s nest when he Booked a Beefy?
Me: I hope it wasn’t Squawk.
Nell: No. Squawk is suspended. It was Romeo.
Me: The Beefy who is in love with Susan?
Nell: Yes. Apparently he’s still wearing David’s long black wig, but it’s tied back in a pony tail with a smart ribbon.
Me: Fashion statement?
Nell: No. He doesn’t want hair getting in his eyes when he’s delivering.
Me: Of course. Sorry.
