Me: Do you know what I like about Sundays?
Nell: I have no idea.
Me: Guess.
Nell: Poppy’s Sunday roast with all the trimmings?
Me: Poppy’s roasts are always a joy but that’s not it.
Nell: Sunday Songs?
Me: Also enjoyable but that’s not it either. Have another guess.
Nell: Would you mind telling me because I’ve got a Jubilee Parade to organise and I haven’t even checked on the llamas yet?
Me: I like the fact that it’s a quiet family day where you can sit back and contemplate the week ahead.
Nell: Well, you can’t do any of that today.
Me: I was just thinking how different you and Poppy are in personality.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: And in the way you approach life and all its challenges.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: You take your time to work things out while Poppy rushes in sword raised.
Nell: We don’t have time for this.
Me: Nowadays you’re more than happy to enjoy the view while resting your weary head on Kev’s foot.
Nell; I beg your pardon?
Me: While Poppy likes to scamper around looking for mischief.
Nell: Poppy doesn’t scamper, she strides, and less of the weary head, please.
Me: You’re a lot quieter than you used to be.
Nell: I am simply aware of the need for breaks now and again.
Me: Exactly.
Nell: But now is not one of them. The carriage is about to arrive and David has mislaid his crown.
Me: Am I going in the carriage?
Nell: Only for kings and queens I’m afraid, but you will be fine in the cart with the corgis.
Me: Will I be singing again?
Nell: Of course and remember to smile and wave. You can do your contemplating when you get home.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
