A Day of Rest. Eventually.

Me: Sunday is a day of rest for most people, isn’t it?

Nell: Yes. After Sunday Songs and Sunday Roast we all enjoy a little nap.

Me: It takes an awful lot for Poppy to unwind though, doesn’t it?

Nell: Poppy is a live wire. She’s always on the move.

Me: I was taking photos of you all sleeping yesterday and it took ages for her to settle down. She kept posing.

Nell; I wish you wouldn’t do that. Taking photos of others when they are asleep is extremely intrusive.

Me: But you look so adorable when you’re sleeping except that Poppy refused to cooperate.

Nell: Nothing new there.

Me: First she was on Kev’s lap posing while Dave snoozed away gloriously on the far sofa.

Nell: Can you snooze gloriously?

Me: Dave can and so can Harriet, preferably on my chair with her head against the sofa.

Nell: Yes. She likes to do that.

Me: Then I find Poppy posing on the top of the other sofa while you snore away oblivious to it all.

Nell: Excuse me. How come David is snoozing gloriously while I am snoring obliviously?

Me: That’s the way it was. You had no idea Poppy was standing above you. You were away with the fairies.

Nell: Why bring fairies into this?

Me: Never mind. And then when I thought Poppy would never settle down she finally did in front of the fire.

Nell: Poppy does things when she is good and ready.

Me: True.

Nell: And Sundays are not restful for her at all, by the way. They are one of the busiest days of the week.

Me: I suppose they are.

Nell: So don’t go trying to take photos of her today or you won’t get any Yorkshire puddings.

Me: You’re right. Sorry.

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