Me: I know I might be a little bit biased, but have you ever seen a more handsome dog than Dave?
Nell: David is exceptionally good looking.
Me: He’s the Cary Grant of Labradors.
Nell: If you say so.
Me: And the best thing about it is he doesn’t even know.
Nell: David knows.
Me: No, he doesn’t.
Nell: He gets his own way all the time.
Me: He just looks at you with those big brown eyes and you melt.
Nell: I don’t.
Me: Well, most people do.
Nell: David certainly has winning ways. That’s the reason why he’s Mayor of Kingsbridge.
Me: Who wouldn’t vote for such a beautiful boy?
Nell: Is there any particular reason why we’re singing David’s praises this morning?
Me: I saw those photos of him and was overwhelmed by his gorgeousness.
Nell: Good grief. Can we discuss sausage rolls now, please?
Me: Why?
Nell: Herr Hoffmann thinks they’re hot dogs.
Me: What?
Nell: I asked for a sausage roll and he gave me a Frankfurter in a bun.
Me: Are you sure it was a Frankfurter?
Nell: Why?
Me: It might have been a Thüringer Rostbratwurst.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: They’re delicious long grilled sausages served in a small crunchy bread roll with lashings of mild mustard.
Nell: That’s awfully specific.
Me: I used to love them at the Christmas markets in Germany with a beaker of hot mulled wine.
Nell: I just want a sausage roll.
Me: You might think that’s what you want, but if you tried a Thüringer Rostbratwurst you’d soon change your mind.
Nell: Would you just go downstairs and explain to Herr Hoffmann what a sausage roll is, please?
Me: You’re going to regret not trying that sausage.
Nell: David’s already eaten it.
Me: Oh, sorry.
