Me: Why is Poppy is looking so fierce?
Nell: Somebody ate the cauliflower cheese.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: She made it earlier to go with the roast beef for lunch and was letting it cool down on the kitchen table.
Me: Very wise. Hot things can’t go in the fridge.
Nell: That’s not the point. When she came back from Sunday Songs the bowl was empty.
Me: If she went to Sunday Songs it must mean the Welsh corgi choir have got their voices back
Nell: Yes, everyone has.
Me: How wonderful. The nastiness must have worn off.
Nell: Going back to the cauliflower cheese incident.
Me: I was hoping you wouldn’t.
Nell: David was late singing his solo.
Me: I expect somebody waylaid him.
Nell: I haven’t heard anyone say waylaid in a long time.
Me: It’s an interesting word isn’t it?
Nell: Anyway, when David finally arrived he had cheese on his chops.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: And a full looking face.
Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: He will be questioned later. Poppy is too busy now. We have several guests for lunch.
Me: It’s an easy mistake to make, Nell. One spoonful leads to another.
Nell: A spoon wasn’t used.
Me: So, how was the semi final yesterday?
Nell: Everyone danced beautifully. I really don’t know who is going to be voted off.
Me: Did Lionel King behave?
Nell: He was a changed lion. All smiles and giving away 10’s like there’s no tomorrow.
Me: Amazing.
Nell: I doubt it but he’s coming to lunch later with Stephen Seagull, Myfanwy and a mystery guest.
Me: I hope they’re not expecting cauliflower cheese.
Nell: They’ll have what they’re given. Now go and light a candle. It’s First Advent. Christmas is on its way.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
