Me: I’m glad to see you’re finally accepting one of the new dog beds.
Nell: I wouldn’t call it Acceptance. I’m Seeing How It Goes.
Me: Seeing How It Goes is halfway to Acceptance in my eyes.
Nell: You’re strangely positive for a dark and gloomy Monday.
Me: Somebody has to be. Look at Marvin. He’s in a right old mood.
Nell: Marvin doesn’t like Mondays either.
Me: He might not like Mondays but he’s crossed his paws beautifully. Harriet does the same.
Nell: Have you quite finished rambling on?
Me: Am I disturbing you?
Nell: I’m about to enjoy a cup of Earl Grey and a slice of hot buttered toast and marmalade in the kitchen with Frau Hoffmann, if you must know.
Me: Sounds lovely.
Nell: It’s a Senior Ladies Breakfast.
Me: Can I join you?
Nell: No.
Me: But I’m a Senior Lady?
Nell: You’re too noisy and chipper for a Monday morning.
Me: I’m not chipper anymore. You’ve ruined my mood.
Nell: It’s for Senior Ladies not Sad Ladies.
Me: Talking of ruining the mood, people are very surprised at how mean you are to Nigel.
Nell: What people?
Me: All kinds of people from all over the world. I put the video on social media.
Nell: Well, thank you very much.
Me: My pleasure.
Nell: I was being sarcastic.
Me: Were you?
Nell: Yes, and now you’re definitely not invited to our Senior Ladies Breakfast.
Me: I shall eat my toast and marmalade alone at my desk upstairs then.
Nell: Good.
Me: You don’t mean that, do you?
Nell: I most certainly do.
Me: You love me really.
Nell: Of course I do and I always will, but you’re still not coming to breakfast.
Me: Pretty please.
Nell: Fine, but no videoing.
Me: Ok. Sorry.
