Me: What’s going on? Harriet is looking worried in the living room and you and Dave are sulking under the kitchen table.
Nell: I’m not sulking. David is in a mood because he’s missing Sunday Songs and Sunday Roast.
Me: No wonder he’s being rude and defiant.
Nell: I’m just trying to catch up on some sleep.
Me: You won’t get any sleep in the kitchen on a Sunday morning, Nell. Herr Hoffmann and his team are preparing lunch. It’s roast chicken today with all the trimmings.
Nell: I didn’t get much sleep last night because of the celebrations for The Return of Henry.
Me: Where was he?
Nell: At Woodlice Towers.
Me: Woodlice Towers?
Nell: It’s a flowerpot he and Horst share with some other insects. We checked but didn’t see him.
Me: I’m so glad he didn’t get washed.
Nell: So is he. Frau Hoffmann had it on Quick Wash but he wouldn’t have survived the spin cycle.
Me: All’s well that ends well.
Nell: Except David still isn’t himself.
Me: It’s Much Ado About Nothing.
Nell: Kindly stop naming Shakespeare plays and concentrate on the problems at paw.
Me: Dave’s just getting into character. He needs to be a bit bolshy to get through a Beefy Bacon Bap service.
Nell: I don’t like it.
Me: Nobody does, Nell. My darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy is a changed animal.
Nell: Sally won’t recognise him.
Me: Hopefully it’s just for the next few days. Why is Harriet worried?
Nell: Jim the Farm Dog is duetting with My Friend Dorothy at Sunday Songs.
Me: What are they singing?
Nell: ‘Love Hurts’.
Me: Oh dear. Jim usually duets with Harriet, doesn’t he?
Nell: Yes. And Dorothy can’t even sing.
Me: That doesn’t sound good.
Nell: My thoughts exactly.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
