Me: Let me tell you about my Sunday morning.
Nell: If you must.
Me: I should begin by saying that Dave is a very large dog.
Nell: And your point is?
Me: So, there I am quietly enjoying a lazy lie in when Dave comes upstairs and sits on me.
Nell: David does that every morning.
Me: I know he does but here is the interesting thing.
Nell: I can’t wait.
Me: When Kev says ‘How about bacon sandwiches in bed today?’ I look over and you are suddenly lying on the bed too.
Nell: Where else would I be?
Me: And then I look back at Dave and Harriet has joined him at the end of the bed.
Nell: Of course she has. It’s where she likes to be.
Me: And it seems that now everyone is waiting for bacon sandwiches.
Nell: It’s Sunday and bacon sandwiches are best shared. You know that.
Me: Are they really?
Nell: Definitely. You never eat the crusts for a start.
Me: That’s true and you’re right. I do love you all to join me.
Nell: There you are then. What’s all the fuss about?
Me: It’s just that Dave is rather large and extremely heavy.
Nell: I’ve told him there’s no need to get so close but he won’t listen.
Me: He is lovely and warm I suppose which is a bonus.
Nell: Yes. David comes into his own during the colder months.
Me: I hope the Welsh Corgi Choir aren’t too cold out there in the field.
Nell: Don’t worry about them. They’re wearing woolly hats and ski suits under their ponchos.
Me: That’s a relief.
Nell: And singing keeps you warm.
Me: Are you all going to join them?
Nell: And miss the bacon? Don’t be silly.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
