Me: We had another lovely walk by the river, didn’t we?
Nell: Yes.
Me: Did you see Dave playing Cheeky Animals?
Nell: No.
Me: I did, so I win.
Nell: Did you say ‘Cheeky Animal’ while he still had his tongue out?
Me: No, I only saw it in the photo when we got home.
Nell: Then you didn’t win.
Me: But I’ve got a photo to prove it.
Nell: Too late. Cheeky Animals is a game of the moment. Catch it then, or never.
Me: I said it when I saw it.
Nell: Did anyone hear you?
Me: Manuel might have done but he was quite busy flipping pancakes.
Nell: Then it doesn’t count. Why are we having pancakes for breakfast? It’s Saturday.
Me: And?
Nell: Saturday means bacon sandwiches.
Me: You’ll still have bacon on Sunday.
Nell: We have bacon on Saturday and Sunday. It’s the weekend tradition.
Me: It’s a long weekend so Herr Hoffmann probably thought pancakes might be fun for a change.
Nell: I don’t like change.
Me: Well, I’m looking forward to my pancakes.
Nell: I might call Lionel on my iBone and order a Bacon Bap.
Me: I beg your pardon?
Nell: The van is still in the village and they do deliveries.
Me: Are you saying you’re going to eat a nasty Beefy Bacon Bap cooked by an untrustworthy lion and delivered by a hooligan seagull instead of a lovely fresh pancake flipped by a friendly octopus from Barcelona?
Nell: I might.
Me: I don’t believe you.
Nell: I don’t think anybody would believe you either.
Me: You have a point but it happens to be the truth.
Nell: Fine. I’ll ask Manuel if I can have bacon on the side.
Me: Dave is.
Nell: Why didn’t you tell me?
Me: Sorry.
