Nell: How could you?
Me: What have I done now?
Nell: You gave me lettuce.
Me: You like salad. Now you’re on your diet I always make sure you get some vegetables and salad.
Nell: You know I don’t eat lettuce. Nasty stuff.
Me: I thought you might change your mind. You love tomatoes and cucumber.
Nell: Lettuce is like eating soggy paper.
Me: You didn’t have to throw it on the floor.
Nell: I most certainly did. I can’t stand the feel of it. Worse than bananas.
Me: It was worth a try.
Nell: It was not.
Me: Never mind. What about the Lionesses yesterday, Nell? Wasn’t that exciting?
Nell: Changing the subject from lettuce to female lions is not going to make me forget what you did.
Me: I’m talking about the Euros. The England’s women’s national football team won the final.
Nell: Yes, I know. I was there when you were jumping up and down in front of the television yelling ‘Go girls!’
Me: I’m so proud of them. I used to play football you know.
Nell: I didn’t know that.
Me: When Chris was young I played in the Mothers Team. I had a hard kick for a small person.
Nell: Words fail me.
Me: I’m not sure I would make the Grandmothers Team nowadays.
Nell: Please don’t try.
Me: Besides, the Elderly Lionesses doesn’t have the same ring to it.
Nell: You were never a Lioness in the first place.
Me: I was, Nell, and I still am. In my own way. In fact, I think we all are.
Nell: I’m quite happy staying a Labrador, thank you very much.
Me: You know what I mean.
Nell: Yes, I do.
Me: Poppy is definitely a Lioness.
Nell: Never serve me lettuce again.
Me: No. Sorry.
