Me: It’s very quiet in here this morning.
Nell: Keep your voice down, please. We are having a Sensitive Sunday.
Me: Is Dave doing some kind of interpretive dance?
Nell: No. He is Getting In Touch With His Inner Self.
Me: He might just be asleep.
Nell: Whatever works for him.
Me: Can I ask why you’re doing this?
Nell: Poppy may be slightly out of control so we’re trying to create an atmosphere of calm and sensitivity around her to encourage her to relax.
Me: Well, there’s not a great deal of sensitivity going on in the kitchen.
Nell: I know. We’re hoping she’ll join us in a minute for some Quiet Time.
Me: I wouldn’t hold your breath. She was making bread when I saw her and there was a lot of vigorous kneading.
Nell: Maybe Sunday Songs will help. The Welsh Corgi Choir are singing lullabies.
Me: In the morning?
Nell: And the llamas are going to roll down the field.
Nell: Why not?
Me: Watching a llama roll down a field isn’t exactly the most interesting thing I can think of.
Nell: It’s not meant to be.
Me: Unless they bump into each other which would be hilarious.
Nell: They are going to roll slowly and sensitively.
Me: This has disaster written all over it. I can’t wait.
Nell: Why don’t you just go back upstairs and carry on with your writing.
Me: Can’t I do it down here?
Nell: Only if you do it quietly and stop asking questions.
Me: I hope Sensitive Sunday doesn’t mean we’re not having a roast.
Nell: Of course we are having a roast. You can’t be Sensitive on an empty stomach.
Me: Poppy might be too relaxed to cook.
Nell: And pugs might fly.
Me: Yes. Sorry.