Nell: You’re not going to believe this.
Me: I might.
Nell: You know Book a Beefy?
Me: The delivery service run by the evil gang of seagulls aka the Beefies?
Nell: A simple yes would have sufficed.
Me: Of course I know them. Terry is our favourite delivery seagull.
Nell: Anyway, Harriet says the Italian is working with them.
Me: I didn’t know the Beefies could cook pasta and Panettone.
Nell: It was Pandoro. I’m not talking about the cooking. The Beefies are delivering the Tupperware containers.
Me: That’s actually quite a sensible move on the Italian’s part. It makes use of an existing service.
Nell: But can they be trusted?
Me: Absolutely not, I’ve been telling you not to touch that spaghetti bolognese for weeks now, Nell.
Nell: I meant trusted to deliver it to the right place on time. Mine was a little cold last week.
Me: How does Harriet know?
Nell: She was monitoring the Bus Stop when she saw a Beefy place a Tupperware container in the bus shelter.
Me: What was inside it?
Nell: We don’t know. David ate it by mistake when he went to collect it.
Me: He must remember what it was.
Nell: You’d think so, wouldn’t you? But he doesn’t.
Me: No bacon sandwiches for him today.
Nell: He’s already eaten those. He likes to eat breakfast early on a Sunday so he has room to sing.
Me: Room to sing?
Nell: He can’t sing with a full tummy and he has a solo at Sunday Songs.
Me: No Sunday roast then.
Nell: Are you suggesting depriving a growing Labrador of roast beef?
Me: But he’s not growing and he’s already eaten. Twice.
Nell: Of crispy roast potatoes, parsnips and carrots, seasonal vegetables, Yorkshire puddings and gravy?
Me: Maybe not. Sorry.
