Me: I love Sundays.
Nell: I know you do.
Me: Especially when the weather is warm and we can sit outside and watch the world go by.
Nell: I presume you’re referring to Our World.
Me: I am and it’s a beautiful one. Look at the sunshine on the fields.
Nell: I’m glad to see the Welsh Corgi Choir are wearing hats. One can’t be too careful at this time of year.
Me: Why aren’t you wearing yours?
Nell: I’m under the gazebo with you. My sun hat is waiting for me inside next to yours should we need them later.
Me: Harriet is such a beauty, isn’t she? Have you noticed she’s turning a little grey?
Nell: Grey chins run in the family.
Me: Dave hasn’t got one.
Nell: David needs to take that stick out of his mouth. It’s not the right sort of look for the Mayor of Kingsbridge.
Me: Just imagine if Dave does get elected? Then he really will be the Mayor.
Nell: My friend Dorothy says the Beefies have started speaking French.
Me: What?
Nell: It’s ‘ooh la la’ all over the place.
Me: ‘Ooh la la’ isn’t very French.
Nell: It’s very annoying.
Me: Poppy doesn’t have any grey at all.
Nell: That’s Poppy for you.
Me: It is Poppy sitting on Kev’s knee, isn’t it? Not Petunia?
Nell: Petunia is cartwheeling with the llamas. Do keep up.
Me: Yes. Silly me. They are so alike.
Nell: I thought we might go for a stroll by the river later.
Me: Good idea. Sundays are for strolling.
Nell: Why anyone would want to cartwheel on a Sunday is beyond me.
Me: At least they’re having fun.
Nell: And they’re making you smile. I think you’ve found your pocketful of happiness again.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
