Me: Dave did so well at lunch yesterday. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Why did the chicken only have one leg?
Me: I know why it crossed the road.
Nell: It’s a question, not a joke. And I thought there was supposed to be a quiche. Alice loves quiche.
Me: Mistakes can happen. Talking of food, do you know if anyone dropped a scone in the living room yesterday afternoon?
Nell: Possibly. It was Saturday and weekends are for scones. Why?
Me: Dave was sitting next to me in the large armchair and something seemed to roll under it.
Nell: It could have been one of Malcolm’s macarons. I know he was passing them around.
Me: Was he?
Nell: Don’t worry. It will have been eaten by now. Nothing goes to waste in this house.
Me: True.
Nell: Now, today’s Sunday Songs is dedicated to Alice.
Me: How lovely.
Nell: We know she has to fly home tomorrow so we want to make today as special as we can.
Me: That’s kind of you.
Nell: The Welsh corgi choir have been gathering since first thing and will be singing in the field despite the inclement weather.
Me: It is rather grey and misty.
Nell: They have raincoats and Wellington boots.
Me: Nevertheless.
Nell: And the llamas are taking round beakers of hot tea and some shortbread biscuits.
Me: I’m not sure if their roller skates are going to work in the field.
Nell: They’ll just have to take them off. Poppy is preparing a Sunday roast for later with Yorkshire puddings and lots of gravy.
Me: Perfect. Alice will love that. This has been such a special visit.
Nell: It isn’t over yet. You have the whole of today together and she’ll be back in August.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
