Nell: How are you feeling this Sunday morning?
Me: The sun is shining and I’ve just been having a few cuddles with Dave which is always a good start to the day.
Nell: Good. David is an excellent cuddler, if a little over-enthusiastic at times.
Me: Yes. Now he’s monitoring the Bus Stop for Spaghetti Bolognese.
Nell: What about Nigel?
Me: He’s still asleep downstairs. It’s quite early.
Nell: And Harriet?
Me: She’s on the iBone to Sally.
Nell: Why?
Me: I don’t know. Spy business I expect.
Nell: Did you ask Sally about Rupert’s strange behaviour?
Me: Not yet.
Nell: Is he wearing a cardigan today?
Me: I haven’t seen him yet. It’s still early. I’ll probably bump into him at Sunday Songs later.
Nell: There’s no need for physical violence.
Me: Very funny.
Nell: I’m hoping the lack of knitwear was just a temporary hiccup and he’s back to his usual self today.
Me: I wouldn’t count on it, Nell. Losing you has turned our world upside down.
Nell: I trust you’re still having roast beef for lunch?
Me: Yes, and bacon sandwiches for breakfast.
Nell: Good. Poppy says the Yorkshire puddings have been a little flat recently and Herr Hoffmann needs to get the oil hotter.
Me: I don’t think I’m going to pass that on.
Nell: Why?
Me: I’m not sure he’d appreciate the interference.
Nell: Have you seen Lady Anwen recently?
Me: I don’t think I have.
Nell: You must remember. She’s a corgi in a veiled hat.
Me: I know what she looks like.
Nell: And sometimes she’s good and sometimes she’s bad.
Me: Bad Lady Anwen is very bad.
Nell: I know.
Me: Scary bad.
Nell: Alright.
Me: Sharp-toothed bad.
Nell: Stop or you’ll scare yourself.
Me: I think I already have. Sorry.
