Me: I’m glad you managed a walk before the heatwave.
Nell: So am I. It was lovely and cool by the river.
Me: We’re going to have to be very careful in the heat.
Nell: We are.
Me: Since my skin cancer diagnosis I see the sun differently.
Nell: I know.
Me: I used to love sitting in the sun with a good book.
Nell: We can sit in the shade together.
Me: Yes.
Nell: Now, some might say it’s too hot for a Sunday roast.
Me: Oh no.
Nell: But that someone is not the Martin family.
Me: Thank goodness. I could eat a Sunday roast in any weather.
Nell: It is, however, far too hot for bears to be stuck in the kitchen all day.
Me: You’re right. We should probably have salad.
Nell: Stuff and nonsense. We’re going to the pub.
Me: We are?
Nell: Yes, I’ve booked the private dining room and we have access to the garden so they can accommodate us all.
Me: Do they realise what ‘all’ means?
Nell: The landlords Ian and Adrian have been coming to Sunday Songs for weeks. They know who we are.
Me: They might draw the line at lions and tigers.
Nell: Nonsense. Dave and the Big Cat Vibe are booked to play in the pub garden this afternoon.
Me: What about lunch? Dave can’t miss that.
Nell: David’s having an early lunch.
Me: Won’t he get jealous when he sees us eating and forget he’s already had his?
Nell: He’s being paid in beef sandwiches. He’ll be fine.
Me: You know the Big Cat Vibe?
Nell: Yes.
Me: Who’s in it?
Nell: Beauregard, Roary and Mrs King.
Me: Nobody else?
Nell: No. The Cat doesn’t do bands with Big in their name.
Me: Just checking. Sorry.
