Nell: David climbed straight onto the Winners Podium again. Even though you said he wasn’t the Champion of Champions.
Me: It’s just a bit of fun.
Nell: When I told him to get off, he smiled blatantly at the camera.
Me: I know. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: And all Harriet could do was throw her legs in the air.
Me: She was just doing her happy back twirl. I don’t know why you had to glare at Dave like that.
Nell: David is becoming an Attention Seeker.
Me: He’s always loved the limelight.
Nell: All that pampering is going to his head.
Me: Are you talking about Herr Hoffmann?
Nell: Steak sandwiches are for Christmas and birthdays.
Me: Yes, they are, usually.
Nell: Bacon is perfectly acceptable for a weekend.
Me: It is Easter weekend and I think Herr Hoffmann’s made steak sandwiches for all three of you.
Nell: Oh, I didn’t know.
Me: Dave asked that you and Harriet be included.
Nell: I see.
Me: I’m only having a boiled egg and soldiers.
Nell: Needs must.
Me: What does that mean?
Nell: It is what it is.
Me: You weren’t saying that a moment ago.
Nell: Just go with the flow.
Me: Funny how a steak sandwich can change your whole mood.
Nell: Moving on, I’ve invited Mottram Dimbleby to lunch tomorrow. It’s Easter and he’s at a loose end.
Me: Do otters eat Sunday roast?
Nell: Lionel will prepare a seafood platter.
Me: You’d think Mottram would want to be with his family. Why is he still here?
Nell: His meeting with the Beefies was most unsatisfactory.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: There was a lot of screeching and mackerel was thrown.
Me: What about the Beefies? Did they join in too?
Nell: Very funny.
Me: Sorry.
