Me: Can we talk about you rushing off on our walk?
Nell: I did not rush. I’m a Senior Labrador with arthritis. I don’t rush anywhere.
Me: I couldn’t keep up with you.
Nell: Your Wellington boots are too big. I’ve told you that before.
Me: My feet are in between a size 2 and 3 so I have to go for the 3. It’s always been a problem.
Nell: Wear thicker socks.
Me: I already am.
Nell: I’m afraid I have more important things to do today than discussing your boots.
Me: You started it.
Nell: I did not.
Me: Never mind. Why were you rushing?
Nell: Easter is a busy time of year.
Me: What’s your opinion on hot cross buns?
Nell: Nasty things.
Me: Really?
Nell: What on earth has a bun got to be hot, or cross, about?
Me: They’re not cross like that, Nell. They’ve got a cross on them and they’re hot because of the spice.
Nell: Give me a sensible bread roll any day. It knows what it is. None of those airs and graces.
Me: Well, Herr Hoffmann is going to bake both so you can choose.
Nell: There’s been talk of Roast Turkey tomorrow. Timothy has had to go on another retreat.
Me: I know it’s traditionally Roast Lamb at Easter but Kev won’t eat it.
Nell: David has requested Roast Beef.
Me: Dave always asks for beef. Turkey goes much further and we have a lot of guests.
Nell: I see what you mean. Everyone is going to be very hungry after the Easter Parade and at least there will be sausages and stuffing with a turkey.
Me: I’m glad you agree.
Nell: I’m an agreeable animal.
Me: When you want to be.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: Sorry.
