Nell: It’s good to see David and Harriet enjoying the beach together.
Me: I thought you’d like it.
Nell: You sound brighter today.
Me: I am. I slept much better.
Nell: You know the clocks have gone forward an hour, don’t you?
Me: I’d completely forgotten. So I didn’t sleep as long as I thought I did.
Nell: Poppy owes me a fiver.
Me: A fiver?
Nell: Yes. £5. She said you’d remember about the clocks and I knew you wouldn’t.
Me: Do you have English pounds up there?
Nell: We Guardians can have anything we want but it was actually a figurative bet.
Me: Talking of betting, is Poppy still playing poker?
Nell: Of course. She and Mutley run regular poker sessions at their club.
Me: Club?
Nell: Nightclub to be precise. Poppy’s Palace. Mutley plays the piano. Poppy manages the action.
Me: The action?
Nell: It’s a popular venue. Anyway, are you ready for Sunday Songs?
Me: You mean down here we’re all getting ready to join the Welsh Corgi Choir at the Village Hall and up there you’re going to nightclubs?
Nell: Don’t be ridiculous. The club’s not open yet. The clocks haven’t gone that far forward.
Me: Very funny.
Nell: I hope you’re wearing a hat.
Me: I don’t need one today.
Nell: You’ll need one next weekend. It’s Easter and you can’t go to Sunday Songs without a bonnet.
Me: I know.
Nell: Before I forget, Poppy wants Herr Hoffmann to check her Yorkshire pudding recipe. His aren’t fluffy enough.
Me: Poppy should stop issuing orders.
Nell: When pugs fly.
Me: Are you having a Sunday roast?
Nell: Of course. It’s roast chicken today with all the trimmings.
Me: You always loved chicken. It was your favourite treat.
Nell: It still is.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
