Me: You seem happy and smiley this morning.
Nell: It’s Sunday and I like Sundays.
Me: When I was young I didn’t like Sundays. It was always about doing your homework and getting ready for school.
Nell: You should have done your homework earlier.
Me: I know, but I never got around to it. I loved Fridays. Just knowing the weekend was ahead.
Nell: Well, I love Sundays. A bacon breakfast before Sunday Songs followed by a Sunday roast with all the trimmings and tasty leftovers for supper.
Me: It’s all very food orientated.
Nell: I’m a Labrador. What do you expect?
Me: True. I enjoy Sundays nowadays. It was only when I was younger.
Nell: That was a very long time ago.
Me: Thank you for pointing that out.
Nell: My pleasure.
Me: I’d also like to say a big thank you to all of you who generously bought us a cup of Earl Grey. We are truly grateful.
Nell: Yes, we are. It is much appreciated.
Me: It really is.
Nell: What do you feel about a walk in the woods after lunch?
Me: What a lovely idea. We can kick through the leaves.
Nell: I’m not kicking anything.
Me: It’s great fun. We used to look forward to going for autumn walks with our mother for exactly that reason.
Nell: I’m quite happy just admiring all the different colours.
Me: Autumn is a strange time. So much beauty in the midst of decay.
Nell: You’re sounding a little dark, if I may say so.
Me: I am, aren’t I? I find autumn a reflective time of year.
Nell: Is autumn called Fall in North America after the falling leaves?
Me: It is.
Nell: I can be reflective, too. But enough talk. Time for bacon.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
