A Typical Sunday

Me: The beach was quite busy, wasn’t it?

Nell: It’s the weekend.

Me: I always love watching the kite surfers. They can fly right up into the air you know.

Nell: I do.

Me: It looks like great fun.

Nell: Don’t even think about it.

Me: I’m not.

Nell: Kite surfing, or any kind of surfing, is not for you.

Me: I know.

Nell: Walking and swimming will do just fine.

Me: Yes.

Nell: Now, in view of the weather and recent events, Poppy has decided bacon sandwiches are in order for Sunday breakfast.

Me: Dave will be delighted.

Nell: David already sampled a few during the taste test.

Me: Why was there a taste test?

Nell: Customer feedback revealed that the bacon needed a little more crunchiness.

Me: Customer feedback?

Nell: Yes.

Me: Nobody asked me.

Nell: It was a selected few.

Me: Are we talking about Dave here?

Nell: Harriet and I might have helped.

Me: Have you lot been scoffing bacon sandwiches behind my back?

Nell: A Labrador never scoffs. We enjoy.

Me: Are we having a roast later?

Nell: Yes. Roast chicken with all the trimmings.

Me: I hope David isn’t sampling that.

Nell: He may have tried the odd sausage or two but nothing more.

Me: I have a lot of thanking to do again, Nell.

Nell: Yes.

Me: People are being so wonderfully kind and supportive.

Nell: They are.

Me: It means the world to me.

Nell: I know.

Me: Just knowing how much people care gives me strength.

Nell: Good, because I know you’re very tired.

Me: I am a little.

Nell: How about a quiet day in front of the fire with a book?

Me: Sounds perfect. Will you be joining me?

Nell: Of course. You and me. Always.

Me: Yes. Sorry.