Yes, We have no Tomatoes

Me: It’s a bit chilly today, isn’t it?

Nell: Yes. I would recommend wearing a warm hat.

Me: Fortunately we’ve all got our Dartmoor beanies from Tracey.

Nell: Quite. Bless her.

Me: Kev was larking around on the beach again.

Nell: He’s trying to make your photos more interesting.

Me: I didn’t notice until I looked at it later.

Nell: That’s what he thought.

Me: We’re lucky to have so much space, aren’t we?

Nell: I presume you’re talking about the beach now because I have to say this is not the case at home.

Me: No, we do seem to have acquired rather a lot of animals.

Nell: And two of them are stuffed.

Me: Three including Dave. See what I did there?

Nell: David is trying to work on his physique actually.

Me: Why? My Big Brave Beautiful Boy is gorgeous as he is.

Nell: A passing pigeon said he was podgy.

Me: How rude.

Nell: Anyway, he’s having salad for lunch.

Me: He doesn’t like salad.

Nell: Nobody likes salad.

Me: I do and you eat it every day.

Nell: It doesn’t mean I like it.

Me: You love a good tomato.

Nell: Don’t get me started on tomatoes. They’re like gold dust around here.

Me: I know. You don’t realise how much you rely on a tomato until it’s not there. Which is something I never thought I would say.

Nell: How did we get on to tomatoes?

Me: You were telling me Dave is on a diet.

Nell: Oh yes.

Me: Does that mean he’s not eating cake?

Nell: Certainly not. Everyone needs cake, especially in hard times.

Me: I didn’t know Dave was going through a hard time.

Nell: He’s having salad for lunch. How much harder can it get?

Me: Oh yes. Sorry.

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