Me: Gosh, that was a thunderstorm and a half last night, wasn’t it?
Nell: Half what? Monsoon?
Me: The rain will have done the garden good and washed away some of the Saharan dust that’s been everywhere recently.
Nell: Is that what we’re calling it now?
Me: It really is from the Sahara. I’m not making it up.
Nell: That’ll make a change.
Me: Have you seen Dave?
Nell: David is outside enjoying a gentle chew on his favourite toy. Let him be. It’s Sunday.
Me: I thought he might want a cuddle after all the excitement of last night. The thunder was very loud.
Nell: I was there. He had nothing to fear.
Me: You were all very good. Harriet sat and watched the lightning with me and Poppy retired to Sandringham.
Nell: Having two palaces is useful. Now, I know Sunday is a day of rest but we have things to do.
Me: Yes.
Nell: Alice’s room must be made ready and Bumper wants everything neat and tidy.
Me: Our house is never tidy. Alice would be shocked if it was.
Nell: That’s what I said but the Welsh corgi choir have brought their feather dusters so who are we to complain?
Me: Won’t they be tired after Sunday Songs?
Nell: Nothing a cup of tea and some shortbread won’t fix.
Me: Is Poppy still cooking a Sunday roast?
Nell: Of course. Roast Beef with all the trimmings. Harriet wants Bumper to experience a proper English Sunday.
Me: What about Jim the Farm Dog? He must be feeling a little left out.
Nell: Poppy will make him some beef sandwiches to take into the fields.
Me: I meant left out of Harriet’s life. She’s barely noticed him recently.
Nell: Bumper’s just a pen pal. Stop fussing.
Me: Sorry.
