Sunday Visitors and Stolen Yorkshires

Nell: Why is Naughty Nigel here again?

Me: That’s not very friendly. Nigel and Boo are spending the weekend with us.

Nell: You do realise that this means all attempts to unveil the Veiled Corgi must be put on hold.

Me: Why?

Nell: David doesn’t have the necessary Focus when Nigel is around.

Me: I’m not sure about that. He seems pretty Focused on Nigel.

Nell: Exactly.

Me: If I didn’t know better I would say there’s an element of jealousy going on there.

Nell: You might be right. David does love the yellow chair.

Me: Not about the yellow chair. About Harriet.

Nell: Harriet?

Me: Yes. She and Nigel get on really well. Haven’t you noticed? Running around the garden and sharing a sofa.

Nell: Nonsense. Eat your bacon sandwich and stop getting carried away.

Me: Did I hear the Veiled Corgi is going to sing with the Welsh Corgi Choir?

Nell: Yes, I think she is. It will only be a brief Sunday Songs today because the real singing will happen tomorrow for The Queen’s Funeral.

Me: Tomorrow is going to be a very strange day. Both sad and happy.

Nell: It is.

Me: Sad because we say goodbye to The Queen but happy because Jonathan Sky turns six.

Nell: He does.

Me: Are you still writing him a poem?

Nell: Of course I am. The Queen wouldn’t want it any other way.

Me: True.

Nell: Now, Poppy says a roast is exactly what we all need in these troubled times and you’re to be allowed to steal the first Yorkshire pudding fresh from the oven.

Me: David usually does that.

Nell: Poppy has spoken.

Me: Can I dip it in the gravy?

Nell: No you cannot. Stolen Yorkshires must be eaten swiftly and alone.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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