Me: Kev is looking for Poppy and Dave. Something to do with The Growl on Sunday and bacon.
Nell: I know we’ve run out of bacon but that doesn’t seem newsworthy to me.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: What do you mean?
Me: I can’t believe Kev is going to write about that. It was only a tiny little mistake and everybody got a sandwich.
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: You know yesterday when Dave took the orders for breakfast?
Nell: Yes, mine was with brown sauce.
Me: He might have written 2 instead of 1.
Nell: But I only had one.
Me: Exactly.
Nell: Well, that explains the disagreement in the broken bed this morning.
Me: What was Kev doing in a broken bed?
Nell: No. Poppy and David.
Me: What happened?
Nell: Poppy was resting in the broken bed on the sofa when David tried to engage her in a game of Cheeky Animals.
Me: I’m not sure that was wise. It’s not really an early morning game and it’s Monday.
Nell: Quite. Poppy just glared at him and refused to join in.
Me: Not surprising but probably a little bit squashing.
Nell: Squashing is the word. Poppy was extremely frosty when he asked if he could give her a quick cuddle.
Me: My darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. Such an affectionate animal.
Nell: But he persevered and finally she gave in.
Me: Bless him.
Nell: So now they are sharing the bed.
Me: I’m so glad they’re friends again. I could cuddle them both.
Nell: Please don’t.
Me: Why?
Nell: The bed is full enough.
Me: I was only going to stroke their heads.
Nell: Well, that’s a relief. You’d better tell Kev where they are and ask him not to mention bacon.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
