Me: Yesterday was great fun, wasn’t it?
Nell: The meatballs were exceptional.
Me: You ate enough of them.
Nell: We all did.
Me: True.
Nell: David had thirds.
Me: That was a bit naughty.
Nell: He said it was by mistake.
Me: It might have been.
Nell: You can eat a meatball by mistake, but you can’t add mashed potato and gravy.
Me: It was a sauce.
Nell: That’s not the point.
Me: Anyway, we all had tremendous fun.
Nell: You and Charlotte never stopped talking.
Me: We haven’t seen each other in a while. We were reminiscing about happy times with Alex.
Nell: We knew you would. That’s why we gave you our silent support.
Me: You weren’t that silent when it came to dinner.
Nell: I like things to be on time.
Me: You started growling under your breath.
Nell: I was merely thinking out loud.
Me: You’ve become extremely impatient in your old age.
Nell: Moving on, Nigel has agreed to open Sunday Songs this morning with a song.
Me: How lovely.
Nell: Gladys and the llamas will perform an interpretive dance.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Quite. After the recent spitting incident, followed by a hose down, the Welsh Corgi Choir will be singing in sou’westers.
Me: Sensible.
Nell: With matching hats and umbrellas.
Me: A slight overreaction.
Nell: Have you ever been spat on by a llama?
Me: No.
Nell: Or hosed down in November?
Me: I can’t say I have.
Nell: Well, then.
Me: Alice landed safely back in Berlin this morning.
Nell: Were you tracking her flight all night again?
Me: I might have been.
Nell: It’s a quiet Sunday for you. A nice Sunday roast followed by a walk.
Me: Sounds perfect.
Nell: Everyone is safely home now. Just relax.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
