Missing Someone is Awfully Tiring

Me: You dogs are funny.

Nell: What do you mean?

Me: You went crazy when I got home.

Nell: We were rather pleased to see you.

Me: Harriet couldn’t even speak because she was so overcome.

Nell: She pined while you were away.

Me: Bless her. But once you saw I was really home and not going anywhere, you all fell asleep.

Nell: We were exhausted. Missing someone is awfully tiring.

Me: Sometimes I think I’m never going to not be tired again.

Nell: It will pass.

Me: I’m so glad I went on the writers’ retreat. It was truly inspiring.

Nell: Good.

Me: They’re running them again next year at the end of February and November.

Nell: You should reserve your place.

Me: Can we afford it?

Nell: We’ll find a way.

Me: What do you think of Miss Penny Lane?

Nell: She’s nice enough for a seagull.

Me: Not all seagulls are bad. Susan’s lovely even if her father is Stephen Seagull.

Nell: I know.

Me: And Terry’s a really helpful seagull.

Nell: Yes. If I’m Booking a Beefy I always ask for him.

Me: Susan’s taken Penny under her wing. See what I did there?

Nell: Very droll. Yes. The Nest is the best place for her to stay and Malcolm doesn’t mind.

Me: Malcolm is such a polite flamingo.

Nell: He wasn’t very polite when he saw David had drunk most of the gravy.

Me: He thought it was soup. It’s an easy mistake to make.

Nell: It was in a gravy boat.

Me: Easier to drink.

Nell: Roast beef isn’t the same without gravy.

Me: The Yorkshire puddings weren’t too bad.

Nell: They were dry and crunchy.

Me: I suppose some gravy might have saved them.

Nell: We’ll never know, will we?

Me: No. Sorry.

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