Nell: That’s a lovely photo of Alice.
Me: It is, isn’t it?
Nell: The sea looks rough.
Me: It was. We’ve had some very strong winds here in Devon over the last few days.
Nell: Yes, the children were telling me all about their exciting windy walk to the lighthouse.
Me: The wind was so strong it nearly blew them over.
Nell: I’m glad everyone is home safe and sound after that adventure.
Me: So am I. Chris says there are still snow storms in Toronto.
Nell: I know. Marvin told me on WoofsApp. He’s snuggling in.
Me: Christmas is all about Snuggling.
Nell: Not on Sundays,
Me: Especially on Sundays.
Nell: Not when you’re performing at Sunday Songs.
Me: I didn’t know I was.
Nell: You’re not, but the children are.
Me: How lovely. What are they singing?
Nell: ‘Little Drummer Boy’. David is on the drums.
Me: Dave isn’t exactly little. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Never mind his size. He’s been practising.
Me: Is that what all the noise was about?
Nell: Yes.
Me: Our poor neighbours.
Nell: They’re fine. They said they’ll see us at Sunday Songs later.
Me: I can’t believe I’m saying this but I really hope there isn’t a Sunday roast today.
Nell: There isn’t. Herr Hoffman is making Swedish meatballs with lots of vegetables and mashed potato.
Me: Good. It’s a family favourite.
Nell: We know. The menu has been carefully planned.
Me: It’s been a wonderful Christmas.
Nell: Yes, and it isn’t over yet. We have two whole days to enjoy before they leave.
Me: We do and we’re going to make the most of it.
Nell: We certainly are. Now hurry up and get downstairs. Breakfast can’t begin without you and there are bacon sandwiches waiting.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
