A Quiet Day

Nell: I think a quiet day is in order.

Me: I agree with you.

Nell: Sadness can make you awfully tired.

Me: You certainly seem tired.

Nell: Bacon sandwiches can do that, too.

Me: What do you mean?

Nell: We had a substantial second breakfast.

Me: Any reason why?

Nell: It’s Saturday and David ate the first breakfast by mistake.

Me: Everybody’s breakfast?

Nell: Manuel made pancakes. Thin ones.

Me: You mean crepes? The French ones?

Nell: I don’t know what nationality they were but David tried one and kept eating.

Me: Grief can do that to you.

Nell: I think you mean Greed.

Me: Darling Big Brave Boy. It’s an easy mistake to make.

Nell: A second breakfast seemed the only way to go.

Me: Did anyone but Dave have a first breakfast?

Nell: Oh yes. We all had cereal and toast.

Me: Wasn’t that enough?

Nell: King Charles would have wanted us to have bacon.

Me: You don’t know that, Nell.

Nell: King Charles is a caring king.

Me: I think he might be more into vegetables than bacon.

Nell: You can’t have a salad sandwich for breakfast. The mere thought.

Me: I didn’t say anything about salad.

Nell: Anyway, the deed is done. No point in crying over spilt tea.

Me: You mean milk.

Nell: I do not. David knocked over my tea cup and I never take milk with my Earl Grey.

Me: I didn’t know that.

Nell: You know I don’t take milk.

Me: I meant I didn’t know Dave knocked your cup over.

Nell: How could you? You were upstairs writing.

Me: Did you leave me a bacon sandwich?

Nell: Of course we did.

Me: Really?

Nell: I told you King Charles would want us all to have bacon.

Me: Yes, you did. Sorry.

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