Me: I’m glad to see you and Dave are friends again. Look at you snuggling up together.
Nell: I don’t do snuggling and we’re more than friends. We’re family.
Me: I know, but yesterday Dave was in a bit of a grumpy mood and pushed you away.
Nell: David is never grumpy for long. He’s an optimistic sort of animal.
Me: Yes, he is. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: He felt much better after several sausages and a FaceTime with Sally.
Me: I’m so glad.
Nell: Now, I have some good news and bad news. Which would you like first?
Me: Good news, please.
Nell: You’ll be pleased to hear the honey has gone.
Me: Well, that’s a relief. Hopefully Poppy will soon be back to her old self. What’s the bad news?
Nell: We don’t know where it’s gone.
Me: Do you think someone stole it?
Nell: I’m hoping that’s the case.
Me: Why?
Nell: Because otherwise it’s somewhere in Poppy’s cakes.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: She uses honey in her baking.
Me: We’ll just have to stop eating cake then.
Nell: Don’t be ridiculous. Life is meaningless without cake.
Me: That’s a slight exaggeration, Nell, but I know what you mean.
Nell: The Welsh corgi choir will be expecting cake after Sunday Songs.
Me: They can’t have any.
Nell: The llamas already had some for breakfast.
Me: For breakfast?
Nell: It’s Sunday.
Me: Can’t Poppy make some more cakes? Without honey in them?
Nell: Poppy has moved on to preparing the Sunday roast. She’s knee deep in carrots and parsnips. She’s no time for baking.
Me: We’ll just have to pop to the shops then and buy some.
Nell: Shop bought cake? Are you insane? Poppy would never allow it.
Me: No. You’re right. Sorry.
