It’s A Fireside Sort of Day

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.

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