Me: Dave and Harriet love their sunset walks.
Nell: They love their morning walks, too.
Me: You and I prefer an early afternoon stroll, don’t we?
Nell: Strolling down to the Village Hall for Sunday Songs will be more than enough for both of us today. Remember to wrap up, please.
Me: It’s starting to turn a little bit colder, isn’t it?
Nell: Yes. Thank goodness for the log burner.
Me: I agree, there’s nothing nicer than sitting in front of an open fire with a cup of tea and a piece of Frau Hoffmann’s apple cake.
Nell: I’m glad to see you’re doing a lot better.
Me: Thank you. It’s been a tough few days.
Nell: We’re going to have to do something about all this mud, by the way.
Me: What mud?
Nell: Resident and Visiting Animals are bringing mud into the house. Haven’t you noticed?
Me: Resident and Visiting?
Nell: It’s not only David and Harriet, you know. It’s surprising what damage a flamingo can do.
Me: Why are the flamingos still here? I thought they’d gone,
Nell: They knew Charlotte wasn’t coming over this weekend and they wanted to watch Strictly Come Dancing with everyone.
Me: But they stayed upstairs.
Nell: They’ve got a television up there and more room to dance.
Me: Dance?
Nell: Flamingos can’t watch Strictly without dancing. Do keep up.
Me: Was anyone else upstairs?
Nell: You must have heard The Big Cat Vibe?
Me: I might have seen Beauregard and another tiger going upstairs, come to think of it.
Nell: I found them lounging on the bunk beds this morning.
Me: It’s Sunday. Everyone is entitled to a lie-in.
Nell: I told them to get downstairs and help with peeling the vegetables. Sunday roasts don’t make themselves.
Me: You’re right. Sorry.
