Me: Dave is trying to tell me something, but I’m not sure what it is.
Nell: Are you sharing your breakfast?
Me: No. There are chocolate crispy things in my muesli, so I couldn’t share it even if I wanted to, which I don’t.
Nell: Chocolate crispy things?
Me: It’s from Germany. Alice recommended it.
Nell: This is the pain au chocolat craving all over again.
Me: No, it isn’t. Muesli is healthy.
Nell: With fruit. Not chocolate.
Me: It’s dark chocolate.
Nell: So is the pain au chocolat.
Me: That’s an occasional weekend treat. You like a bacon sandwich.
Nell: Who doesn’t? Except James Beddall, our vegetarian friend.
Me: He likes veggie bacon.
Nell: He likes Harriet.
Me: Oh, you saw that, did you?
Nell: I did.
Me: Everyone has their fans, Nell. Some people will love Harriet, some will love Dave, and lots and lots of people will love you.
Nell: James doesn’t.
Me: Yes, he does. He just has a soft spot for Harriet.
Nell: Like Romeo. He’s back, by the way. Serenading her again with some kind of small guitar.
Me: Maybe it’s a lute.
Nell: I don’t know what it is, but I wish he’d stop.
Me: Do you think that’s what Dave was trying to tell me?
Nell: No. He’s perfectly capable of going outside and barking at Romeo himself. He doesn’t need you.
Me: I’m not a very good barker, anyway , if I’m honest.
Nell: Never mind. Now, suggestions are being made for the family visit.
Me: Oh good.
Nell: We’re thinking of eating outside as much as possible, weather permitting.
Me: I do hope we get a summer. I’ve been wearing my winter pyjamas.
Nell: You still are.
Me: It’s quite early, Nell.
Nell: Nightwear is only for upstairs.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
