Me: It’s Mother’s Day today almost everywhere in the world except for the UK.
Nell: Yes, I know it is.
Me: So Happy Mother’s Day to all you mothers out there in every shape or form. You are greatly loved.
Nell: We hope you are being thoroughly spoilt and having a wonderful day.
Me: Talking of wonderful days, Kev and I decided to treat you to one yesterday.
Nell: You did. It was most unexpected and I enjoyed every minute of it.
Me: I think we should call it Nell’s Day. Lunch by the sea, followed by a walk along the river bank and a gentle paddle.
Nell: I do enjoy a gentle paddle.
Me: It was really lovely, wasn’t it?
Nell: Yes, it did us all good.
Me: I’m not sure Poppy and the Puppies would agree.
Nell: They were fine. They are going down to the beach later today after Poppy’s roast.
Me: Yes. Are we expecting any visitors?
Nell: PC Panda said he might pop in.
Me: Officially?
Nell: Of course not. It’s Sunday. He can’t resist Poppy’s Yorkshire Puddings.
Me: Are the llamas still dancing at Sunday Songs?
Nell: No. They’re one llama down after the twisted ankle incident so Gladys said they are best sitting this one out.
Me: Llamas aren’t that good at sitting.
Nell: You know what I mean.
Me: Is The Cat joining us?
Nell: No. It’s far too busy working on the jubilee costumes so David is going to take over a plated dinner later.
Me: Is that wise?
Nell: The Cat loves plated dinners.
Me: But why Dave?
Nell: David is the perfect choice. He has sturdy legs and strong teeth.
Me: For chewing?
Nell: No. For carrying the wicker basket with The Cat’s plated dinner.
Me: Of course. Sorry.
