Me: I think Harriet is making sure I’m not going anywhere today.
Nell: Harriet is simply carrying out orders.
Me: What orders?
Nell: Mine, of course. You are to rest today. We have a whole weekend of Platinum Jubilee celebrations coming up and we need you to be fit and well.
Me: I am fit and well.
Nell: Eat your boiled egg and toast and stop arguing.
Me: I can only manage one egg.
Nell: Don’t worry. David is on paw to assist with any leftovers.
Me: 70 years on the throne is an awfully long time, isn’t it?
Nell: Yes. I can’t see it happening again any time soon.
Me: You’re right.
Nell: Good grief. What on earth are those llamas doing now?
Me: Where?
Nell: In the field.
Me: I can’t get up, Nell. Harriet has me pinned down. What’s going on?
Nell: They are Rolling Corgis. That wasn’t supposed to happen until tomorrow.
Me: Is it a game?
Nell: Yes. First corgi to the bottom of the hill wins.
Me: Do the corgis know?
Nell: Of course they know. They volunteered for some strange reason.
Me: How does it work?
Nell: You wrap a corgi in a red, white and blue blanket and roll it down the hill.
Me: I hope it doesn’t hurt.
Nell: Corgis are well padded and they love it. Can’t you hear them singing as they roll?
Me: It’s more barking than singing.
Nell: What do you expect?
Me: I remember rolling down a hill with my sisters as a child. We loved it too.
Nell: Before you ask, definitely not.
Me: Ask what?
Nell: You are not rolling down a hill.
Me: I’m well padded.
Nell: It’s not happening. You are a 63 year old grandmother. Show some restraint.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
