Me: Happy Fourth Advent. We can light all four candles today.
Nell; Good, we need all the light we can get in this dreadful weather.
Me: I thought I’d post some gentle winter sun on the beach photos today to cheer everyone up.
Nell: You do realise people read this from all over the world, don’t you?
Me: Yes. Why?
Nell: Some are enjoying the summer and others are surrounded by snow.
Me: I love how different our worlds are.
Nell: I’m just saying that fortunately not everyone is being subjected to non stop rain.
Me: They’ll still like to see our winter sun on the beach photos.
Nell: True. Now, Sally’s going to surprise David at lunch.
Me: How exciting. He’s going to be over the moon to see her. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Poppy doesn’t want him seated anywhere near the gravy.
Me: He didn’t mean to drink the whole jug. It was a mistake.
Nell: It was also a gravy boat not a jug and extremely fortuitous that Poppy had made more.
Me: Yes. You can’t have a roast without gravy.
Nell: No. The mere idea.
Me: There were an awful lot of small Beefies gathering on the beach, weren’t there?
Nell: It’s the Annual Beefy Bash today. It’s always on the Sunday before Christmas.
Me: Don’t you mean Splash? See what I did there?
Nell: I shall ignore that.
Me: When you say ‘Bash’ you don’t mean fight, do you?
Nell: You can never know with the Beefies but in this case bash means party.
Me: Are we invited?
Nell: Of course not and if we were we wouldn’t go. Now put on your raincoat and Wellington boots please. Sunday Songs is about to begin and the corgis are getting cold.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
