No Bacon Faces

Me: You and Dave are looking a bit down in the mouth.

Nell: These are our No Bacon faces.

Me: It’s just for now, Nell.

Nell: It’s Sunday. Sunday is a day for bacon and roast dinners.

Me: You never know you might actually enjoy the venison casserole.

Nell: I beg your pardon?

Me: It is delicious at this time of year, especially with cranberries.

Nell: Cranberries? Are you saying there’s no roast either?

Me: Venison is a lean meat. Poppy has a wonderful recipe and there will be lots of lovely vegetables. I think you might be surprised.

Nell: I was surprised at a thin dry piece of toast and no marmalade.

Me: There’s a huge selection of fruit and cereals.

Nell: I’m leaving those to our feathered friends, thank you.

Me: Talking of feathered friends, did I see Terry here earlier?

Nell: Terry?

Me: Yes. I was surprised as it’s Sunday.

Nell: He was probably here for Sunday Songs.

Me: No, he left before they started.

Nell: ‘Singing in the Rain’ isn’t everyone’s cup of tea.

Me: Did Princess mean to roll down the hill?

Nell: Who knows. She clapped herself afterwards, but that might have been relief.

Me: It’s a seal thing. I’m sure I saw Terry coming out of the living room.

Nell: I’ve allowed David to rest on the warm blanket. He is still recovering from his bumped leg.

Me: Are you changing the subject?

Nell: We will enjoy a nice cup of tea together.

Me: Did you Book a Beefy?

Nell: I presume Earl Grey is still allowed.

Me: If you’ve sent Terry off to get you treats, I will find out.

Nell: Did you hear David’s tummy rumbling? Maybe you could get him a carrot. He’s obviously struggling.

Me: Yes, of course. Sorry.

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