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.
