Me: Look at all the snow in Toronto.
Nell: No wonder Marvin doesn’t want to go out.
Me: Some dogs love the snow.
Nell: We’re Labradors not Pyrenean Mountain Dogs.
Me: Talking of Pyrenean, how’s Pamela?
Nell: My friend Dorothy says she’s walking out with a rather dapper Highland Terrier.
Me: Is he from around here?
Nell: No, she met him on one of those dating sites. Growlmates.
Me: Interesting.
Nell: He lives in Edinburgh which is a nuisance but not insurmountable.
Me: Are you feeling any happier today?
Nell: Not really.
Me: So, the spaghetti bolognese didn’t work?
Nell: It lacked Stanley’s Italian touch. What about you?
Me: I enjoyed it.
Nell: You look a little off today.
Me: I woke up with an awful migraine.
Nell: Poor you. Migraines are frightful things.
Me: I’ve always suffered from them particularly in this kind of weather.
Nell: Yes, it simply won’t stop raining.
Me: It feels like everything’s falling apart at the moment. Including me,
Nell: Stop that negative talk.
Me: Maybe our grumpiness has nothing to do with spaghetti bolognese and everything to do with this awful weather?
Nell: Maybe? We need to find something positive.
Me: We do.
Nell: We should say a big thank you to everyone who kindly bought us a cup of Earl Grey.
Me: Yes, we should. Thank you so much.
Nell: As I’ve told you many times before, people can be very kind if you allow them to be.
Me: You’re right.
Nell: And that’s why I’m going to tuck you up in front of the fire with a nice cup of Earl Grey.
Me: Thank you.
Nell: I have one of Rupert’s soft blankets and David can sing to you if you wish.
Me: I might give the singing a miss. Sorry.
