Me: It’s lovely to be outside in the sunshine again, isn’t it?
Nell: It certainly is. Sunshine always lifts one’s mood.
Me: Especially on a Monday.
Nell: If you say so.
Me: Because Mondays are difficult days.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: After the tranquility of a Sunday, a Monday can be a little daunting with a busy working week ahead and the weekend still days away.
Nell: I can’t say I’ve noticed our Sundays being particularly tranquil recently.
Me: No.
Nell: That Welsh corgi choir picnic turned into complete chaos. What were the llamas doing?
Me: Cartwheels. Everyone clapped.
Nell: I blame Gladys. Too much gliding isn’t good for anyone.
Me: Poor old Sunday. Trying to be tranquil and live up to everyone’s expectations but then having to deal with wild llamas and over excited corgis. It meant so well.
Nell: What are you talking about? How can a day mean well? Meaning Well sounds more like a description of David.
Me: Sundays have a lot to live up to, you know. It’s not easy being a Sunday. All that responsibility.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Each day has its own challenge. Friday and Saturday are party days, for instance. And Wednesday are always a bit middling.
Nell: I worry about you sometimes. I really do.
Me: Just saying.
Nell: Well don’t. Just follow me and stop talking. The others are way ahead of us now.
Me: I hope you know I am happy to walk behind you, Nell.
Nell: Only because you’re even slower than me.
Me: Yours are footsteps I am proud to walk in.
Nell: Actually, if you look properly we are walking in the cows’ and sheep’s footsteps.
Me: That’s not what I meant.
Nell: I know. Let’s join the others now. They’re waiting.
Me: Sorry.
