Salad for Everyone

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.

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