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.
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.
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.
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.
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.