Me: Happy Sunday. It looks hot in those photos.
Nell: Those were not taken today.
Me: I know. Kev sent them to me a while ago. I don’t have any new ones.
Nell: How’s the jet lag?
Me: I had a broken night’s sleep but I’m awake at a normal time and the sun is shining.
Nell: I hope you’re having a quiet day today.
Me: We are. We’re all completely exhausted. What about you?
Nell: Nigel stayed over last night so he’s joining us at Sunday Songs.
Me: Good. Are you having a Sunday roast?
Nell: No. Herr Hoffmann is away. Do keep up.
Me: Oh yes. I think Alice said he and Frau Hoffmann are coming over to breakfast this morning and bringing some of his fresh bread rolls.
Nell: I don’t believe it. Not only are we not having a Sunday roast but you’re having fresh rolls.
Me: I’m sure you’re having something tasty.
Nell: Manuel is cooking paella.
Me: Paella?
Nell: Yes, with chicken, fish and rice.
Me: I know what it is.
Nell: Who eats rice on a Sunday?
Me: Lots of people. Paella is delicious,
Nell: Sundays are for roast beef.
Me: Not necessarily.
Nell: Malcolm’s been up since first thing peeling prawns.
Me: He’s a flamingo. They’re good for his feathers.
Nell: Manuel’s putting them in the paella.
Me: Delicious.
Nell: He’s found an enormous pan and he’s dancing and waving his tentacles around in the kitchen.
Me: He’s from Barcelona. He’s happy to be cooking something Spanish.
Nell: And there’s no bacon left for breakfast.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: We’re having pancakes.
Me: That reminds me. I’m bringing you some maple syrup from Canada.
Nell: I want bacon and I want you to come home.
Me: I’ll be home next Sunday. Sorry.
