Nell: Sometimes I wish Harriet would show a little more decorum.
Me: She’s having fun.
Nell: Rolling around on your back with your legs in the air is not very ladylike.
Me: She’s happy.
Nell: One can still be happy without doing that.
Me: Harriet can’t. Anyway, it’s good to see you smiling.
Nell: I’m enjoying my day.
Me: I think Friday might be my favourite day of the week.
Nell: Why?
Me: You know you’ve got the whole weekend ahead.
Nell: True.
Me: I was born on a Friday. That makes me loving and giving.
Nell: Good to know.
Me: Kev and Charlotte were born on a Sunday so they’re blithe and bonny and good and gay.
Nell: Really?
Me: The puppies were born on a Monday so they’re fair of face.
Nell: What about me?
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Oh dear?
Me: You were born on a Wednesday.
Nell: So?
Me: You’re full of woe.
Nell: Are you trying to tell me that everyone else is something positive except Wednesday’s child?
Me: I’m afraid so. Saturday’s child must work hard for a living, if that helps?
Nell: It doesn’t.
Me: It’s just an old poem.
Nell: I was having a lovely day before you started talking about the days of the week.
Me: Are you feeling full of woe? Too early?
Nell: Yes.
Me: Would a cream tea later cheer you up?
Nell: It might.
Me: Herr Hoffmann is making Poppy’s scones and Frau Hoffmann has some of her homemade strawberry jam.
Nell: Don’t forget the clotted cream.
Me: It’s fresh today from the farm shop.
Nell: Well, I suppose that might lift my mood.
Me: Good.
Nell: You are actually loving and giving.
Me: Thank you.
Nell: And I can be like Eeyore.
Me: I know. Sorry.
