Me: Did you know there are some homes where dogs are not allowed on the furniture?
Nell: Is this one of your stories?
Me: No. Some people don’t like it.
Nell: But we live here. It’s our home.
Me: I know. Sometimes I think Kev and I need to ask you if we can sit down.
Nell: We’re always willing to share.
Me: I came into the living room just now and there was Davey in Kev’s chair by the fire resting his paw on the arm like an English country gentleman.
Nell: He is an English country gentleman and don’t call him Davey.
Me: Just saying.
Nell: There’s nothing better than sitting by the fire on cold winter days with a good book.
Me: I’m not sure Dave’s much of a reader. He prefers listening to music.
Nell: Or watching one of those dreadful football matches with his mates on television.
Me: Mates?
Nell: That’s what he calls them.
Me: Are you talking about the Big Cat Vibe?
Nell: It’s not only the lions and tigers. The llamas are just as bad. Football crazy, the lot of them.
Me: I quite enjoy watching the odd game of football. I was in the mothers’ team in Berlin when Chris used to play.
Nell: You playing football? That’s a picture I’m not going to get out of my head today.
Me: I had quite a strong kick for a short person.
Nell: Moving on, what do you feel about Yorkshire puddings on a Saturday?
Me: Aren’t they a Sunday sort of food?
Nell: Kev has requested giant Yorkshires filled with sausages, mashed potatoes, vegetables and gravy.
Me: Kev asked for that?
Nell: Yes.
Me: Only it sounds awfully like a Labradorian request to me.
Nell: It sounds delicious.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
