Me: I have a question for you.
Nell: For me?
Me: Yes.
Nell: Ask away.
Me: Why is everyone looking upstairs, except you?
Nell: I have no idea.
Me: They’re obviously waiting for someone.
Nell: If you know, why ask?
Me: Who is it? Because you’re not bothered at all.
Nell: It’s probably you.
Me: But I’m downstairs already.
Nell: It’ll be Kev, then.
Me: He’s gone out. You know something. I can tell from your face.
Nell: Fine. They’re waiting for the Saturday Roar.
Me: The Saturday Roar?
Nell: Yes.
Me: I’ve never heard of it.
Nell: It’s an announcement that the weekend has started.
Me: Is it?
Nell: Yes. No bacon sandwiches until you hear the roar.
Me: But I saw you eating a bacon sandwich in the kitchen earlier.
Nell: Never mind that.
Me: How come you’re not waiting?
Nell: Forget you ever saw me.
Me: The Saturday Roar isn’t real, is it?
Nell: I couldn’t possibly answer that.
Me: They’ve been waiting ages for breakfast for no reason at all.
Nell: I needed some quiet. I get tired after I’ve eaten.
Me: That’s really naughty, Nell. I’m going to tell them.
Nell: Go ahead, but there will be an announcement later.
Me: About what?
Nell: About Lady Anwen’s dinner party.
Me: You’re not going.
Nell: No, but somebody else is. The boys are desperate to go.
Me: David and Nigel are not going either.
Nell: Let’s wait and see.
Me: Hang on a minute. Was that a roar?
Nell: Yes, it was. Bacon sandwiches for everyone.
Me: I thought you said it wasn’t real.
Nell: You said it wasn’t real. I said I needed some quiet. Are you going to get your sandwich? You’d better hurry up or they will all be gone.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
