Me: Have you seen Harriet this morning?
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.