Me: You know exactly what I want to talk about this morning.
Nell: It’s lovely to see the sun again, isn’t it?
Me: I don’t know why you won’t let anyone into your Semicircle of Power in the activity field.
Nell: The way it lights up the fields is quite extraordinary.
Me: Harriet was so excited and came bounding towards you, but you wouldn’t let her in.
Nell: Sunday Songs is going to be particularly delightful. We shall still need coats and hats but no umbrellas.
Me: I know you can hear me.
Nell: Fine. If you insist on bringing this up again, I will address it.
Me: Thank you.
Nell: If you don’t have the password you’re not coming in. It’s as simple as that.
Me: But nobody knows the password except you.
Nell: Such is life.
Me: I give up.
Nell: Well, you’re not coming in then. Moving on, Herr Hoffmann has declared the next two weeks ‘roastless’.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: There’s no room in the kitchen as most of it has been packed away so he cannot be expected to cook a Sunday roast.
Me: Fair enough. Is it baked beans on toast?
Nell: I’m hoping it will be a little more than that. There has been talk of gravy and mashed potatoes.
Me: I saw Dave with a bacon sandwich just now so at least that’s still happening.
Nell: Only if you move quickly. David was extremely upset to hear about the lack of roast beef and you know he eats even more by mistake when he’s stressed.
Me: True.
Nell: Strange to think there will only be one more Sunday Songs here after this one.
Me: I’m trying not to think about that if I’m honest.
Nell: All will be well.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
