Me: Wasn’t it wonderful down at the river yesterday? The perfect place to escape to on a hot and humid day.
Nell: It’s my favourite place.
Me: I know it is. It was a good idea to take everyone there this time, wasn’t it?
Nell: I suppose so, although I’ve always seen it as my secret escape to be perfectly honest.
Me: Caring is Sharing.
Nell: Everyone certainly enjoyed themselves.
Me: They did. The puppies swam together and even Poppy went in for a quick paddle.
Nell: The New Poppy you mean.
Me: Don’t call her that.
Nell: The New Poppy says bacon sandwiches are too heavy and a nice light fruit salad is a much better start to a Sunday.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: David has collapsed in disbelief.
Me: Poor Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. He must be fainting with hunger.
Nell: I don’t know what the Welsh Corgi Choir are going to say when they see carrot sticks with their elevenses instead of shortbread biscuits.
Me: You can’t dunk a carrot in your tea.
Nell: Which is exactly what I said to my friend Dorothy when I spoke to her on WoofsApp just now.
Me: I fear for our Sunday roast, Nell.
Nell: You should. The New Poppy says lightly poached salmon with green beans is the way to go.
Me: Sounds rather nice, actually.
Nell: With no potatoes.
Me: What?
Nell: And definitely no pudding afterwards.
Me: I need to sit down.
Nell: And you can forget afternoon tea. The New Poppy doesn’t do scones.
Me: But scones are Poppy’s speciality. People travel far and wide for a taste of Poppy’s scones.
Nell: Not anymore, they don’t.
Me: We need to get the old Poppy back.
Nell: I agree. But how?
Me: I don’t know. Sorry.
