Nell: You’re not going to believe this.
Me: I might.
Nell: Today is Sunday.
Me: I know.
Nell: We always have two breakfasts.
Me: We do.
Nell: Cereal, or porridge, first thing.
Me: Yes.
Nell: To stave off any hunger pangs.
Me: A slight exaggeration, but I know what you mean.
Nell: And bacon sandwiches before Sunday Songs to help us through the busy morning.
Me: It’s not that busy.
Nell: Sunday Songs is always busy.
Me: It’s busier for the actual performers. You get a bacon sandwich for watching.
Nell: I join in the chorus, when asked.
Me: So, what won’t I believe?
Nell: Harriet and I were given small bowls.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: And to add insult to injury Harriet’s bowl was chipped and mine was half the size of hers.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: It was barely a bowl. It was more like one of those tiny little containers for peanuts with your G and T.
Me: I don’t drink G and T.
Nell: That’s not the point. Someone is reducing the portions.
Me: The thing is you have to lose weight.
Nell: I’m having chicken for lunch.
Me: But it’s roast chicken, with roast potatoes and gravy.
Nell: There’s cauliflower.
Me: Cauliflower cheese.
Nell: And runner beans from Tony’s garden.
Me: Yes, I’m really looking forward to those. It was so kind of him to bring them.
Nell: David wasn’t given a small bowl.
Me: Dave maintains his weight, Nell. He’s always a steady 47 kilos.
Nell: That’s nearly twice as much as me.
Me: Dave’s twice your size.
Nell: I hope you are not going to suggest limiting the Yorkshire puddings?
Me: Some people would say Yorkshire puddings don’t go with chicken.
Nell: Then some people would be wrong.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
