Me: You are not going to believe this.
Nell: I just might.
Me: Poppy is outside on the terrace eating a bowl of salad.
Nell: And?
Me: And she went swimming earlier with the puppies when we were down at the beach.
Nell: Yes, I know. Poppy has started on a new fitness regime. We’re all having salad for lunch.
Me: You don’t even like salad.
Nell: Poppy is insisting on healthy eating.
Me: What brought this on?
Nell: Between you and me, remarks have been made about her waistline.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Or rather, lack of waistline.
Me: I see.
Nell: It has been suggested that this might be due to the effects of the lockdown and Covid restrictions.
Me: Well, I must admit cake and the odd scone have helped us through. It’s very hard to resist something sweet when you are feeling low.
Nell: Well not anymore., Let’s just say that our scone days are over.
Me: What? That’s a bit drastic, Nell. I can see why Dave is looking so down.
Nell: David is having great difficulty in coming to terms with this news.
Me: I’m not feeling that bright myself.
Nell: I know a life without scones seems bleak at the moment.
Me: It’s an absolutely dreadful thought.
Nell: But you have to try and persevere.
Me: I’m not sure I can. I might not have it in me.
Nell: I feel the same way. Fortunately, the Whippets Institute have invited me to tea so I shan’t have to go without for long. Their scones aren’t up to Poppy’s standards, of course, but they are still more than acceptable.
Me: When are you going to tea?
Nell: This afternoon.
Me: That’s no time at all, Nell.
Nell: Tell that to David.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
