Me: Harriet is still asleep. That’s not like her.
Nell: She found the last few days emotionally draining.
Me: Poor little thing.
Nell: The death of Prince Philip brought back memories of losing Mutley. She misses him so much. They used to sit and read together you know.
Me: Yes, I remember.
Nell: Towards the end, when his sight was failing, Harriet would read to him and he would tell her stories from his past.
Nell: But don’t worry. Poppy is keeping a close eye on her from the new bed.
Me: That’s kind of her. I’m surprised Dave isn’t there too.
Nell: David is busy helping Malcolm and Manuel prepare breakfast.
Me: I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Nell. Mistakes are easily made.
Nell: The only way to stop making mistakes is to learn from them. And the only way to learn is to do.
Me: I suppose so. Personally, I would suggest that the only way to stop Dave making mistakes is to keep him out of the kitchen.
Nell: David has been told the bacon goes in the sandwiches and the pancakes on the plates.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: All he has to do is listen and follow instructions.
Me: Are the Welsh corgi choir joining us for tea after Sunday Songs?
Nell: Yes, and macarons. Malcom made them especially.
Me: It’s lovely to see the sunshine.
Nell: Although one expects sheep in the fields, not dancing llamas.
Me: I don’t.
Nell: Did David just walk past with a bacon sandwich in his mouth?
Me: You said the bacon goes in the sandwich.
Nell: Then onto a plate.
Me: Pancakes go on a plate.
Nell: So why is the plate empty? I said Learning by Doing. Not Learning by Doing Wrong.
Me: Yes. Sorry.