Nell: Nigel is on your chair.
Me: I know he is.
Nell: You sit there with David.
Me: Yes, and sometimes with Nigel when he’s visiting.
Nell: He’s certainly made himself very comfortable.
Me: He was waiting for his spaghetti bolognese.
Nell: Is Nigel a member of The Spaghetti Bolognese Club?
Me: Of course he is, but yesterday everyone was included.
Nell: I hope no garlic was involved, wild or otherwise.
Me: Only garlic bread for those who could eat it safely.
Nell: You mean you, Charlotte and Kev.
Me: I do. Although, I read that squirrels eat wild garlic.
Nell: You didn’t invite a squirrel to dinner, did you?
Me: Of course not. I don’t know any.
Nell: That’s not the point.
Me: You’re right. Don’t worry, no squirrels or rodents were invited to dinner yesterday.
Nell: Was Rupert there?
Me: Yes, with Myfanwy.
Nell: Oh, I see.
Me: I think they’re singing a duet at Sunday Songs.
Nell: Good for them.
Me: It is good to see Rupert looking a little happier. I’ve been worried about him.
Nell: So have I.
Me: Are you having Sunday Songs today, too?
Nell; Poppy is busy cooking the roast but Mutley suggested we sing a few songs around the piano.
Me: Sounds lovely.
Nell: Is Nigel staying for Sunday roast?
Me: No, unfortunately he and Charlotte have to go home after Sunday Songs.
Nell: Perhaps Herr Hoffmann could save them some leftovers and Rupert could take it over to them later?
Me: That’s a very good idea, Nell.
Nell: It seems sad for them both to miss out.
Me: You care about Nigel really, don’t you?
Nell: Nigel is family.
Me: Maybe Herr Hoffmann can find some treats for Xav the Cat, too?
Nell: I didn’t mention cats.
Me: No. Sorry.
