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.
