Me: Have you ever heard the phrase ‘There’s life in the old dog yet’?
Nell: I have.
Me: Well, that definitely could apply to you this morning.
Nell: I’m a senior lady Labrador. Less of the ‘old dog’ please.
Me: Apologies.
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: You and Dave playing Bitey Faces. You were having a wonderful time.
Nell: I enjoy a brief tussle as much as the next animal.
Me: No, you don’t.
Nell: It’s the perfect way to start the weekend and it increases the appetite for breakfast.
Me: You’ve already had breakfast.
Nell: It’s Saturday.
Me: I know.
Nell: There’s always a second breakfast on Saturdays.
Me: Right.
Nell: Porridge first thing with fruit of your choice and a bacon sandwich later.
Me: What’s your chosen fruit today?
Nell: Strawberries. Jim the Farm Dog dropped some off for Harriet earlier and she shared.
Me: There’s nothing like an English strawberry in season.
Nell; I shall be enjoying strawberries and cream at Wimbledon soon.
Me: Are you going?
Nell: Of course I’m going. I go every year.
Me: My mother used to love Wimbledon. She put life on hold during the tournament.
Nell: It’s a British institution.
Me: A bit like you.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: I wish you were running for election, Nell. I’d vote for you in a heartbeat.
Nell: I’m leaving all that to David. I’m much better behind the scenes.
Me: It was truly lovely to come downstairs this morning to find you two playing together. It gladdens my heart.
Nell; I’ll tell you what would gladden mine.
Me: What?
Nell; A cup of Earl Grey watching Saturday Kitchen with you.
Me: Sounds perfect.
Nell: Go and put the kettle on, then. The tea won’t make itself.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
