Me: Happy Easter.
Nell: I’m not sure about my hat.
Me: You look lovely, Nell.
Nell: It’s a little too pink. Harriet’s is much more fetching.
Me: You both look adorable.
Nell: What about David’s crown? He says the Champion of Champions is allowed to wear one.
Me: It’s not exactly an Easter bonnet but he looks magnificent.
Nell: I don’t know what Mottram Dimbleby is going to say.
Me: Dave can take it off at lunch.
Nell: Have you looked outside?
Me: Not yet.
Nell: There are bonneted corgis everywhere.
Me: Wonderful. There’s nothing I like more than a bonneted corgi.
Nell: What about a bonneted llama?
Me: Are they wearing bonnets, too?
Nell: Yes. It’s ridiculous. I can only just about cope with a llama in a top hat.
Me: Each to their own.
Nell: It’s better than wearing a bowl of fruit on your head, I suppose.
Me: A bowl of fruit?
Nell: Gladys is dressed as Carmen Miranda.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: Quite. And I thought I’d seen it all.
Me: Sunday Songs is going to be fun.
Nell: Poppy wants to know if anyone has seen the Easter Terrier.
Me: She means bunny.
Nell: She does not. The Easter Terrier boxes the Easter Bunny’s ears so there will be no sign of him around here.
Me: Well, someone gave me an Easter egg.
Nell: Just keep it safely hidden away. Chocolate is dangerous for dogs and we don’t want David eating it by mistake.
Me: No.
Nell: Herr Hoffmann’s made boiled eggs for everyone with little faces drawn on them and there’s a mountain of hot buttered toast.
Me: Lovely.
Nell: So, put on your bonnet and come downstairs, or those eggs will get cold and we’ll have nowhere to dip our soldiers.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
