Sunday orders

Me: Have you seen Harriet this morning?

Nell: Why?

Me: Dave wants to know if she wants red, or brown sauce on her bacon sandwich. He’s taking orders for Poppy.

Nell: I hope we’re collecting our sandwiches ourselves.

Me: Yes, he’s just passing on the information.

Nell: Harriet is outside playing Cheeky Animals with Princess.

Me: Princess doesn’t have a chance against Harriet.

Nell: No. Clapping yourself just draws attention. I’ve told her not to, but she won’t listen.

Me: It’s a seal thing. I’ll tell Dave to take Princess’s order too. Is Our Penguin with them?

Nell: No. He’s filming the Welsh corgi choir.

Me: I hope they don’t want a bacon sandwich. Dave will never remember it all.

Nell: The choir have tea and biscuits after Sunday Songs. Do keep up. Bacon sandwiches are for breakfast and biscuits are for elevenses.

Me: Of course.

Nell: And Princess doesn’t need one. She only eats fish. Terry delivered her mackerel already.

Me: He didn’t throw it at her, did he?

Nell: This is Terry we are talking about. Not some ruffian Beefy.

Me: Yes. Silly me. Are the tank top wearing Beefies still around?

Nell: Yes. They threw some mackerel at Manuel earlier but he caught them and threw them back.

Me: He’s very well armed.

Nell: I shall ignore that. What is your opinion on stuffing, by the way?

Me: I beg your pardon?

Nell: Poppy is making roast chicken for lunch and opinions are divided about the leftover stuffing.

Me: I love it cold the next day with salad.

Nell: Personally, I prefer mine hot with bubble and squeak. David is happy with anything.

Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. Such an accommodating animal.

Nell: He had better get those breakfast orders to Poppy then.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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