Me: I’ve been doing some thinking.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: We should all be more like Harriet.
Nell: How exactly?
Me: She makes the most of things and lives in the moment.
Nell: Does she?
Me: Yes, it was cold, wet and rainy down on the beach but Harriet didn’t care. She dashed into the sea and rolled around in the sand just loving life.
Nell: True. Sunday Songs has been moved to the barn, by the way.
Me: Why?
Nell: The Welsh Corgi Choir can’t sing outside in this weather.
Me: No. Even mackintoshes and Wellington boots won’t help today.
Nell: Poppy is making a hearty stew with dumplings for lunch. It’s not a traditional roast but it can be shared amongst many.
Me: Sounds delicious.
Nell: Yes, there’s nothing like a warming bowl of stew on a cold day.
Me: I’m usually a mashed potato person, myself, but this is definitely a dumpling sort of day.
Nell: David is partial to dumplings. He’s in the kitchen now taste testing with Malcolm.
Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. So helpful.
Nell: You haven’t seen his cufflinks, have you?
Me: I didn’t know he had any.
Nell: They were Mutley’s so they are of great sentimental value.
Me: I’ll keep a look out. Why does he need cufflinks?
Nell: The Cat wants everyone to wear their finest for the Birthday Ball.
Me: What Birthday Ball?
Nell: Goodness. Is that the time?
Me: I was asking you about the Birthday Ball.
Nell: I’m afraid I must be off.
Me: Why are you changing the subject?
Nell: I can’t stand around chatting to you when there are potatoes to be peeled.
Me: You said we were having dumplings.
Nell: You can’t have a stew without potatoes. Do keep up.
Me: Sorry.
