Me: Why are you looking at me like that?
Nell: Today is Sunday.
Me: I know it is.
Nell: What does Sunday mean?
Me: Sunday is a day of rest.
Nell: Yes.
Me: It starts with a good breakfast, usually involving bacon and always involving eggs.
Nell: What else?
Me: We celebrate Sunday Songs mostly outside in the field but maybe in The Barn today if it doesn’t stop raining.
Nell: Umbrellas and raincoats will be provided. What happens next?
Me: Reading the Sunday papers in front of the fire until the Sunday roast is ready?
Nell: Ha!
Me: Why did you say ‘Ha’?
Nell: Because we aren’t having a Sunday roast.
Me: Oh.
Nell: Because someone told Herr Hoffmann we’d been eating a lot of rich food recently and a light chicken broth would do.
Me: I’m not sure I said ‘light’.
Nell: What on earth is John Mane going to say when he arrives for lunch and is presented with a bowl of broth?
Me: I’m sure he won’t mind.
Nell: Especially after all the excitement of yesterday with his mad gallop across the sands followed by a fruitless search and a dangerous swim home.
Me: The tide was only starting to come in.
Nell: It was enough to get his hooves wet.
Me: He’s going to have to stay over on the island if he wants to find Lionel. A quick visit isn’t enough.
Nell: David wants to go with him next time.
Me: Dave does?
Nell: He’s the size of a small pony and he’s the Mayor of Kingsbridge.
Me: I don’t like that idea at all.
Nell: He’s been offered the use of the Agatha Christie Beach House.
Me: Can I go, too?
Nell: After the Chicken Broth Debacle? I think not.
Me: No. Sorry.
