Nell: I’m not singing this morning.
Me: That’s fine.
Nell: I’m not even humming.
Me: No problem.
Nell: Just letting you know.
Me: I didn’t actually know you were supposed to be performing.
Nell: Performing?
Me: Yes. Have people bought tickets?
Nell: I’m talking about Sunday Songs.
Me: Oh, I see.
Nell: I usually sing along.
Me: Right.
Nell: But it’s far too hot to sing today.
Me: Yes. It was far too hot yesterday too. We can only hope that tomorrow will bring us some relief.
Nell: Yesterday doesn’t matter and neither does tomorrow.
Me: I wouldn’t say that, Nell.
Nell: You don’t have Saturday Songs, or Monday Songs, do you?
Me: Life can’t just revolve around singing.
Nell: I’m not talking about life. I’m talking about Sunday Songs and the fact that it’s too hot.
Me: I think the heat might be making you a little grumpy.
Nell: I think you should keep your thoughts to yourself.
Me: How about a nice iced tea?
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: I could add some ice cubes and a slice of lemon.
Nell: Have you gone completely mad?
Me: Iced tea is awfully popular with lots of people. Especially in this weather.
Nell: If you think I’m starting my day with a freezing cold cup of tea you are very mistaken.
Me: You don’t have it in a cup. You have it in a tall glass.
Nell: Stop right now. You’ll be suggesting cold toast next.
Me: Fresh fruit might be a better idea.
Nell: I accept that we’re not having our usual full English breakfast and even that there’ll be no roast today, but I will not give up my hot buttered toast and marmalade, or my cup of Earl Grey.
Me: It was just a suggestion. Sorry.
