Me: Seeing the first snowdrops always lifts my spirits.
Nell: I’m glad.
Me: The lanes are so full of mud and the sky is so grey at this time of year that it’s wonderful to see the snowdrops shining through like little beacons of hope.
Nell: They’re flowers not stars.
Me: I know what I mean.
Nell: I don’t.
Me: They remind me that winter will be over soon and spring is on its way.
Nell: It’s January.
Me: I know.
Nell: Spring is quite a way off yet.
Me: Alright, Grumpy Guts. Are you having a touch of the Monday blues?
Nell: Have you seen the amount of mud you all brought in here after your walk? It’s like living in the middle of a field.
Me: There’s nothing to be done, Nell. It won’t stop raining.
Nell: Leave your Wellington boots outside, please.
Me: I leave them next to the door.
Nell: Everyone should be towelled down at the door.
Me: It’s difficult to towel all of Dave down. He’s the size of a small pony.
Nell: Moving on, your tap dancing was dreadful at Sunday Songs yesterday. Have you considered taking lessons?
Me: No, but Kev has.
Nell: Why didn’t you let Kev dance with David?
Me: It wasn’t my decision.
Nell: Pushing yourself forward like that.
Me: You told me I had to dance. The villagers enjoyed it.
Nell: Did they?
Me: Everyone clapped.
Nell: Probably because it was over.
Me: They were smiling.
Nell: Exactly. And you were wearing boots.
Me: I don’t have any tap shoes.
Nell: The Cat does. You should have asked.
Me: Shall I make a fresh pot of tea? It might help your mood.
Nell: Several shortbread biscuits and a nice clean floor would help even more.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
