Nell: Remind me why we’re having breakfast this early on a Sunday, please?
Me: Naughty Nigel and Boo need reassurance.
Nell: Could we change it to Naughty Boo? He stuck his tongue out at me.
Me: You know what it’s like when you’re sleeping over at a strange place, Nell. You often wake early or don’t sleep that well.
Nell: It’s Sunday. It’s supposed to be a day of rest.
Me: I know.
Nell: Thank goodness Sunday means two breakfasts. David would never last until lunch.
Me: What time is the Cake Competition?
Nell: Not until this afternoon. Poppy is entering her lemon drizzle.
Me: I’m not sure that’s allowed.
Nell: Why not?
Me: Dave’s the judge. He could be accused of bias.
Nell: Poppy usually wins anyway.
Me: She can’t.
Nell: You tell her. Now, tomorrow is the puppies’ birthday.
Me: Yes. It’s Alex’s daughter Abi’s birthday too.
Nell: The first without her mother.
Me: Yes. Thank goodness for little Tobias. Children are such a comfort.
Nell: They are. How was Charlotte’s birthday dinner at the Cottage Hotel?
Me: Absolutely magical. There was a wedding on the beach and we watched the celebrations from the terrace as the sun came down.
Nell: How lovely.
Me: All the guests lined up along the sea wall as the bride and groom sailed past.
Nell: Dogs are allowed on the terrace.
Me: We didn’t go out there until after dinner.
Nell: Anyway, back to David and Harriet. I’ve organised a bouncy castle and the Whippets Institute Big Band is arriving at 5pm.
Me: Today?
Nell: Of course not. Today is Sunday. Do keep up.
Me: So, all we have to do today is enjoy Sunday Songs and Poppy’s roast.
Nell: Don’t forget our second breakfast and the Cake Competition.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
