Me: Can we discuss Dog and Dash?
Nell: The activity field?
Me: Yes. I know you like to take your time.
Nell: I do.
Me: And that’s the beauty of the field. The puppies can run around as much as they like and you can just sit and ponder.
Nell: Exactly.
Me: Why were you lying in the semi circle of tree trunks?
Nell: It’s where we take a breather.
Me: Kev and I sometimes do, but you can rest where you like.
Nell: We rest as a family.
Me: We were in another part of the field.
Nell: I knew you’d be back soon. Sometimes all you need to do is wait.
Me: I see.
Nell: Talking of waiting, The Cat is downstairs.
Me: It’s never normally up this early on a Sunday.
Nell: It’s waiting for an omelette.
Me: It might need to wait a long time.
Nell: Actually, Manuel is preparing it an Omelette Arnold Bennett.
Me: What’s that?
Nell: An indulgent omelette with rich, creamy béchamel sauce, smoked haddock and cheese.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: It was created for Arnold Bennett in 1929 by a chef at the Savoy Hotel in London.
Me: You’re a mine of information this morning.
Nell: I’ve been listening to The Cat. It knows about that chicken and Nutkin, by the way.
Me: Don’t call Lady C ‘that chicken’.
Nell: The Cat did.
Me: The Cat has a reason. She was rude about its hat.
Nell: Well, it’s wearing a huge picture hat this morning for Sunday Songs. Very My Fair Lady.
Me: The Cat isn’t a lady.
Nell: Whatever. When Nutkin and that chicken arrive you can expect fur to fly.
Me: The tea isn’t today, is it?
Nell: Sunday Songs is for everyone. Even chickens and squirrels.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
