The clocks go forward

Me: Look at my darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy playing Cheeky Animal in the yellow chair. Bless him.

Nell: David isn’t playing anything. He is starving. That is the face of an animal in distress.

Me: He doesn’t look in distress to me.

Nell: Well, he is. Sunday means bacon sandwiches and Poppy has only just started cooking.

Me: She probably forgot to change the clock. They’ve gone forward, you know.

Nell: Gone forward? Yes, of course. Everyone knows that.

Me: You forgot too, didn’t you? You looked at your iBone and you thought it was later than it was.

Nell: I did not. I don’t need a clock to tell me the time. I have an internal clock.

Me: If you did you wouldn’t be moaning about breakfast being late.

Nell: I’m not moaning. I’m simply telling you that David is starving.

Me: It always takes a few days to adjust, so Dave will still be on old time. If you ask me you are just trying to get an early breakfast.

Nell: But it isn’t early. The Welsh corgi choir will be arriving soon for Sunday Songs and then where will we be?

Me: You can always eat your sandwich outside.

Nell: I cannot. You know I like mine on a nice plate with a cup of Earl Grey.

Me: Or in a lovely mug with Conversations with Nell on it.

Nell: What are you talking about?

Me: We are going to be offering them soon in the shop. It’s very exciting.

Nell: Yes, it is.

Me: Everyone seems happy about it.

Nell: I’ll be happy when I’ve had my breakfast.

Me: What about joining Dave and I in a quick game of Cheeky Animal?

Nell: I’m going to pretend you didn’t just suggest that.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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