Me: Dave’s got the right idea, if you ask me.
Nell: I didn’t actually, but why?
Me: Sometimes you just have to give in and today is one of those days.
Nell: Give into what?
Me: The weather. It’s raining nonstop out there.
Nell: I know. Gladys and the llamas had to glide inside.
Me: Poor little things.
Nell: Less of the little. The kitchen is now full of wet llamas so I’ve told them to come in here to dry off.
Me: Good idea. It’s A Fireside Sort Of Day.
Nell: David has taken the best seat in the house.
Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. He looks so comfortable and large.
Nell: Herr Hoffmann says we’re all having German pea soup for lunch with sausages. An odd combination if truth be told.
Me: Perfect. I love a bowl of Erbsensuppe.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: Pea soup. You get it everywhere at German markets and food stalls. It’s made with the big yellow peas and they add sausages, or chunks of ham.
Nell: I see.
Me: It’s just right for a wet and miserable day.
Nell: I’m not sure about the heavy dark bread he pulled out of the oven.
Me: It looks heavier than it tastes.
Nell: Maybe I could have my sausage in a nice white roll?
Me: No, you couldn’t. You need your five a day.
Nell: I suppose I could eat 5 sausages if pushed.
Me: I meant five vegetables and you know it.
Nell: Rupert has suggested an afternoon of board games. What do you think?
Me: That’s a lovely idea.
Nell: I thought so too. You sound a little brighter today.
Me: I am. People have been so kind and supportive.
Nell: You’re greatly loved. Never forget that.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
