A Day of Waiting

Me: Dave is outside looking incredibly focussed.

Nell: He’s probably waiting for Tony.

Me: No, he’s staring at the roof.

Nell: I hope he isn’t trying to find the internet again. I don’t know how many times I’ve explained to him that it isn’t actually a thing you can see.

Me: Well, I wish it would come back on. It’s been nearly 24 hours now.

Nell: I know. I’ve had to cancel several meetings and my zoom session with the Young Animals.

Me: Dave must be staring at something.

Nell: Is he bowing?

Me: No.

Nell: What about saluting?

Me: No. He’s standing perfectly still.

Nell: It can’t be the Magpies then.

Me: No, there’s one on the gate though.

Nell: Is it Bonnie or Clyde?

Me: I can’t tell them apart.

Nell: Clyde sometimes wears a hat.

Me: This magpie is hatless. Probably Bonnie casing the joint.

Nell: It’s a garden not a joint and why have you suddenly started speaking in an American accent?

Me: Never mind.

Nell: I suggest you go outside and see who is on the roof.

Me: Well, that wasn’t what I expected to see.

Nell: What is it?

Me: A Beefy with a pizza.

Nell: No wonder David is focussed.

Me: I don’t think he ordered it.

Nell: Is it still in its box?

Me: Yes.

Nell: How do you know it’s pizza?

Me: It’s a pizza box and the Beefy is wearing a delivery sort of cap.

Nell: It’s probably for Walter.

Me: Yes, why didn’t I think of that?

Nell: You do realise we’re going to have pizza all over the roof again. Those pigeons are so messy and they don’t share.

Me: Poor Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy pointlessly pining for pizza from a pigeon.

Nell: Good grief.

Me: Sorry.

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