Me: Is something going on?
Nell: Probably. Why?
Me: Dave’s giving me the look.
Nell: What look?
Me: The Nell Look.
Nell: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Me: Yes, you do. It’s sort of reproachful and disappointed at the same time with a hint of sadness.
Nell: He’s just hungry.
Me: Look at him.
Nell: Oh, I see what you mean. What have you done?
Me: Do you think it’s about the Cuddle Nells?
Nell: No. I told him they’ll be back as soon as their work is done.
Me: Well, it’s got to be something.
Nell: It’s usually about bacon.
Me: It’s Monday. So it can’t be about bacon. Monday is a cereal day.
Nell: Not when it’s a Bank Holiday.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Bank Holidays are most definitely bacon days. They’re like an extra Sunday.
Me: I forgot.
Nell: What have you done?
Me: I told the Hoffmanns to take the day off.
Nell; What?
Me: I said we could make do and mend.
Nell: Make Do And Mend?
Me: Don’t shout. I knew we had leftovers in the fridge.
Nell: Bank Holidays are not Leftover Days.
Me: I realise that now.
Nell: Well, what are you going to do?
Me: Do you think a cuddle might help?
Nell: I know David’s partial to cuddles and he certainly won’t refuse, but it’s not going to help his grumbling tummy.
Me: There’s still cereal and toast, Nell. There might even be a boiled egg.
Nell: You’re going to have to do better than that.
Me: Maybe we could make a picnic with the leftovers and go down to the sea?
Nell: Now, that is a good idea.
Me: We could all frolic in the waves.
Nell: Frolic? We’re mature ladies. Get a grip.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
