Bacon Sandwiches in Bed, Anyone?

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.

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