Me: Did you see Dave having extra cuddles with Tony?
Nell: I did.
Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. He is so affectionate.
Nell: David is lucky that Tony is prepared to lend a sympathetic ear.
Me: What’s troubling him?
Nell: Vegetarian Sunday of course. We can’t be dealing with another one of those any time soon. David is traumatised.
Me: That’s a little excessive.
Nell: Vegetarian Tuesday would be acceptable, or even Wednesday, but not Sunday.
Me: I’m glad you said that because I think Poppy is making her chickpea falafels for tea today with a nice Greek salad.
Nell: Did you say chickpeas?
Me: You enjoy salad.
Nell: Life is too short for chickpeas.
Me: I like them.
Nell: You can have them then. I shall be requesting a Quiche Lorraine with my salad and some new potatoes with butter.
Me: It’s not a new potato time of year.
Nell: We shall see.
Me: I think I saw Poppy making pittas.
Nell: If you mention hummus I’m leaving.
Me: I love hummus.
Nell: Fortunately I am lunching out today so I shan’t need much for tea.
Me: Said no Labrador ever. Who are you lunching with? Dorothy?
Nell: No. Rupert has invited me to The Cottage Hotel.
Me: How lovely. It’s my favourite place.
Nell: I know it is.
Me: I haven’t been there for ages.
Nell: I’m sure Kev will take you there again soon.
Me: Yes. So, you and Rupert, eh?
Nell: What is that supposed to mean?
Me: Going on a date.
Nell: Don’t be uncouth. It is not a date. It is merely two friends lunching together. Nothing more.
Me: I’m your friend. Maybe I could come too?
Nell: Two’s company, three’s a crowd.
Me: It’s definitely a date then.
Nell: Enough.
Me: Sorry.
