Me: Happy dogs in the sunshine. There’s nothing better to lift the spirits.
Nell: Yesterday was a beautiful day, I must say.
Me: You have such a lovely smile.
Nell: Thank you.
Me: Rarely seen, but all the more precious because of it.
Nell: What do you mean ‘rarely seen’?
Me: Well, you’re not one of those constantly cheerful dogs, are you?
Nell: I am not.
Me: Some might even say you are a little stand-offish.
Nell: Why don’t you go and psychoanalyse someone else? I’m sure David is more than willing.
Me: Dave’s busy painting eggs.
Nell: It’s a bit late for that. Easter Sunday was yesterday.
Me: I know, but Dave loves them so much that Poppy said we could have painted boiled eggs for breakfast.
Nell: I don’t want a painted egg for breakfast.
Me: It’s only food colouring.
Nell: Poppy found the half eaten rabbit, by the way.
Me: Oh no.
Nell: Oh yes. I would steer clear of her if I were you.
Me: It’s nothing to do with me. I’m not the one who chases rabbits.
Nell: I am talking about chocolate rabbits.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Hidden at the back of the refrigerator.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: Without a head.
Me: There’s something awfully satisfying about biting the head off a chocolate rabbit.
Nell: Poppy does not agree.
Me: Is she very angry?
Nell: Fuming.
Me: Crikey.
Nell: What is it about tense situations that makes you start talking like a character from an Enid Blyton book?
Me: I can’t help it.
Nell: I told you not to leave chocolate lying around.
Me: It’s Easter, Nell.
Nell: Tell that to Poppy.
Me: Do you know if the rabbit is still in the fridge?
Nell: Why?
Me: Just wondering.
Nell: Well, don’t.
Me: Sorry.
