Me: How long have you been watching me sleeping?
Nell: A little while. It’s no bother.
Me: You don’t have to do that.
Nell: Yes, I do. I’m on early mornings.
Me: What does that mean?
Nell: We have a rota. Do keep up.
Me: I hope you didn’t miss breakfast.
Nell: Miss breakfast? On a Sunday? Don’t be ridiculous.
Me: Good.
Nell: I had some pancakes earlier with Harriet when she came off the night shift and both you and I will join David for bacon sandwiches at second breakfast.
Me: Second breakfast?
Nell: Haven’t you ever heard of Sunday Seconds? And I’m not just referring to breakfasts here.
Me: Are we talking about Yorkshire puddings?
Nell: Definitely.
Me: Scones?
Nell: Of course.
Me: Cuddles?
Nell: Always.
Me: I love Sundays.
Nell: Those llamas are going to be sick cartwheeling around after all the pancakes they’ve eaten.
Me: They can’t help it. They’re like Gladys. They express themselves through dance.
Nell: Get up and come to the window. The Welsh corgi choir are about to start singing and you need to keep moving every half an hour.
Me: I love my view so much. I can’t imagine life without it.
Nell: Then don’t.
Me: Are the Whippets Institute joining us today? I can’t see their minibus.
Nell: They’re stuck behind a tractor so they’re running a little late.
Me: Is that your friend Dorothy getting out of Naughty Nigel’s sports car?
Nell: Is she wearing a large brimmed hat and sunglasses?
Me: Yes. They both look like film stars.
Nell: I said to her ‘Dorothy, this is Devon not the South of France. There is no need for all this glamour.’
Me: The Cat would disagree.
Nell: I know. Who do you think chose her outfit?
Me: Yes. Sorry.
