Me: We had a lovely gentle walk, didn’t we?
Nell: We did.
Me: We took our time and said hello to the chickens.
Nell: You said hello to the chickens.
Me: We needed to thank them for our eggs.
Nell: Did we really?
Me: Yes. You love a soft boiled egg and soldiers for breakfast.
Nell: I do but I’m not going to walk all the way over to the farm to say thank you every time I have one.
Me: Nobody suggested any such thing and you know it. Have you got a touch of the Mondays this morning?
Nell: It’s not my favourite day of the week.
Me: Would a soft boiled egg help? I could pop over and fetch some.
Nell: You’re still writing.
Me: I’m sure Knitwear Wolf would go, or one of the Big Cats. They’ve more time on their paws at the moment as it’s the school holidays.
Nell: Can you imagine the uproar if one of them turns up at the farm and heads for the chickens?
Me: You’re right. Not the best idea. We could ask Harriet, or Dave.
Nell: Send them both. We’ll need a couple of dozen.
Me: How hungry are you?
Nell: It’s not just for me. Once everyone hears there are fresh eggs they will all want one.
Me: Or even two.
Nell: Quite.
Me: Now we’re talking eggs, I rather fancy an omelette for lunch.
Nell: You’re the one talking eggs. Ask Manuel to make you one. Pancakes and omelettes are his speciality.
Me: Yes. Manuel has such flair with a frying pan. It must be an octopus thing.
Nell: And he’s from Barcelona.
Me: Now, I’m wondering if I should have pancakes instead.
Nell: Stop dithering, or we won’t get any eggs at all.
Me: Sorry.
