Me: Happy Boxing Day.
Nell: Who’s boxing? Have we got visiting hares?
Me: Nobody. It’s what we call the day after Christmas.
Nell: Have you seen David?
Me: He’s upstairs on my bed watching ‘We’re Going on a Bear Hunt’ with Fayely.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: It’s a famous children’s story.
Nell: It’s also inappropriate. We have bears in the house. Hard working bears, I may add, who do not deserve to be hunted.
Me: Nothing happens to the bear.
Nell: And David shouldn’t be watching anything.
Me: Why?
Nell: He’s supposed to be helping with the tidying up. The house is in a dreadful mess.
Me: I’m not surprised he’s hiding upstairs. Nobody likes tidying up.
Nell: It has to be done.
Me: Christmas Day was really rather wonderful, wasn’t it?
Nell: It was certainly busy.
Me: So many smiling faces. Even Lady Anwen.
Nell: Lionel King enjoyed himself, too.
Me: I still don’t trust him.
Nell: He brought us homemade biscuits.
Me: I’m not eating any of them.
Nell: Don’t be silly.
Me: Christmas dinner was absolutely delicious.
Nell: David ate Sally’s roasted parsnips by mistake.
Me: She didn’t mind. He’s her ‘Darling Davey’.
Nell: He ate Harriet’s roast potatoes, too,
Me: Now, she did mind.
Nell: She was extremely angry.
Me: But not for long. Jim the Farm Dog gave her his.
Nell: He’s a kind animal.
Me: Like Knitwear Wolf. I saw you two snuggling together at the end of the evening.
Nell: I was feeling cold. Rupert brought me a soft blanket.
Me: There’s nothing better than a handsome wolf to warm you up.
Nell: Moving on, I think we might need a gentle day today,
Me: Yes.
Nell: Leftovers and board games.
Me: And lots of cuddles?
Nell: Always.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
