Me: You’re not going to believe this.
Nell: Tell me.
Me: Dave and Harriet are outside in the dog car. Harriet’s in the front seat and Dave’s in the back.
Nell: I know. They’re going to collect Chris from the station.
Me: But Chris doesn’t arrive until this evening. He’s still in Portugal.
Nell: Oh, you’d better go and get them. They’ll miss second breakfast otherwise. Herr Hoffmann made them a picnic for the journey but Dave will have eaten it by now.
Me: A picnic? The station is only 20 mins away.
Nell: Journeys mean picnics. Do keep up.
Me: Fine.
Nell: At least they’ll be able to attend Sunday Songs.
Me: Yes.
Nell: And eat a Sunday roast.
Me: We’re not having Sunday roast today. We’re having it tomorrow.
Nell: It’s called Sunday roast for a reason.
Me: I know but Chris will be arriving too late. Herr Hoffmann is going to make a lasagne.
Nell: A lasagne? On a Sunday?
Me: You love lasagne. You’re still having roast beef tomorrow.
Nell: With all the trimmings?
Me: Of course.
Nell: Yorkshire puddings?
Me: Yes.
Nell: Cauliflower cheese?
Me: Yes.
Nell: Roast potatoes, carrots and parsnips?
Me: Yes.
Nell: And lashings of gravy?
Me: Okay, now I want a Sunday roast, too.
Nell: But you love lasagne.
Me: Stop teasing me.
Nell: Did you get any sleep?
Me: Not really. I’m far too excited.
Nell: Anyway, back to the bunk beds.
Me: Were we there before?
Nell: Beauregard and Mrs King are happy to move in as soon as it’s convenient.
Me: Now is not that convenient, to be honest.
Nell: I agree, so I suggested 3.30pm. After lunch, but before tea. Tigers love a scone. Time to get Dave and Harriet out of the car.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
