Photos and Christmas Cake

Me: Sometimes you give me a look as if you aren’t quite sure what I’m going to do next.

Nell: And why exactly do you find that so surprising?

Me: I was only innocently taking a photo of the island.

Nell: You were not. You were trying to take a photograph of me surreptitiously.

Me: Spontaneous photos are so much better than posed ones.

Nell: You do realise that people think we are tourists with all this photo taking, don’t you?

Me: I don’t think they do, Nell. Not with four dogs and all the clothes we are wearing.

Nell: What are you talking about?

Me: Tourists are usually optimistically dressed. Do you know some were even swimming in bathing costumes?

Nell: Those were probably wild swimmers.

Me: They were a bit shocked at the temperature of the sea but I wouldn’t say they were wild.

Nell: I give up.

Me: Do you know I haven’t had a piece of Christmas cake this year?

Nell: How did we just go from wild swimming to cake?

Me: I was thinking how lovely it is after you’ve been out in the cold to go home to a cup of tea in front of the fire and a nice piece of Christmas cake and then I remembered that we don’t have any.

Nell: There is always cake in our house.

Me: But not Christmas cake.

Nell: Christmas cake is dangerous for dogs. Have lemon drizzle like the rest of us.

Me: I might see if I can get hold of a small one. I bet Barks and Spencer sell it.

Nell: You can’t bring a shop bought cake into our home. It’ll be scones next.

Me: I’d never do that, Nell.

Nell: I should think not. It’s an outrageous idea.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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