Nell: You’re not going to like this.
Me: Tell me.
Nell: Poppy’s gone on strike.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: She’s outside on the yellow chair and she’s not moving for anyone.
Me: Why?
Nell: There might have been a slight mistake over breakfast this morning.
Me: Was it Dave?
Nell: No, he had his usual lightly boiled eggs with freshly baked bread and lashings of butter and I said he could have my second egg because I wasn’t that hungry.
Me: So, what annoyed Poppy?
Nell: Somebody appears to have ordered croissants from the French bakery.
Me: The one run by the Beefies with the award winning French bulldog from Falmouth?
Nell: Yes.
Me: How do you know?
Nell: They found the bag full of croissant crumbs.
Me: What bag?
Nell: The one the Beefies dropped when they delivered it.
Me: You seem to know rather a lot about this.
Nell: Poppy is understandably annoyed.
Me: I know you love a croissant for breakfast.
Nell: That was when I was living in the South of France.
Me: I didn’t know you lived there.
Nell: There’s a lot you don’t know.
Me: Like the fact you ordered the croissants?
Nell: It was a mistake. Lionel and I were trying to see how the online ordering system worked.
Me: Lionel King?
Nell: Yes. We were discussing pre-ordering breakfasts and how annoying that can be.
Me: Why?
Nell: Because you don’t necessarily know what you want to eat for breakfast the night before.
Me: No, why were you with Lionel?
Nell: He invited me to dinner. A thank you for introducing him to The Great Barberino.
Me: I’m never going to understand your ridiculous fascination with that lion.
Nell: He’s a changed animal.
Me: No, he isn’t. He’s up to no good again. Sorry.
