Did somebody drop a scone?

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.

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