Nell: It’s far too hot today.
Me: Yes. Did you just wrinkle your nose? I’m loving the crossed paws.
Nell: Nigel is climbing on the furniture again. It’s not allowed.
Me: He’s only looking out for Kev.
Nell: Chairs are for sitting in, not climbing on. We’re not llamas.
Me: He’s just excited. He didn’t like us being away all day yesterday.
Nell: How was your aunt’s funeral?
Me: It was beautiful. A true celebration of her life with so much love.
Nell: I’m glad.
Me: It was lovely to see the cousins again and to share happy memories of her with them.
Nell: Your aunt was an amazing woman.
Me: Yes, she was. She went trekking in Nepal in her 70’s and hang gliding in Australia.
Nell: Don’t do anything like that, please.
Me: I won’t. I’m not the hang gliding type.
Nell: How are you feeling today?
Me: Exhausted, to be honest. I wish this wretched cold would go away.
Nell: It will, eventually. Herr Hoffmann has suggested Indian King prawns for dinner.
Me: Goodness me. That’s adventurous.
Nell: He’s managed to get his paws on some beautiful big prawns and lots of fresh chilli.
Me: I’m not sure you dogs should be eating chilli.
Nell: Don’t worry about us. We’re having fish and chips. The prawns are for you, Kev and Charlotte. You’re the ones with a cold.
Me: I remember eating a fiery red chilli dish in New Mexico one time. It chased my cold away.
Nell: Exactly. And Malcolm can eat the shells.
Me: That’s a bit harsh.
Nell: He loves them and they help him preserve his flamingo pinkness.
Me: Oh yes. I’d forgotten that.
Nell: It’s not surprising. You’ve had a lot to think about and you’re still not well.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
