Nell: Harriet looks guilty.
Me: She took Dave’s favourite toy.
Nell: She doesn’t even like it.
Me: I know but she wants him to be near her all the time at the moment and she knows he’ll come and look for it.
Nell: Did it work?
Me: Yes. They’re sleeping next to each other in their beds.
Nell: I wonder why Harriet needs David to be near her.
Me: I think it’s about you, Nell.
Nell: Me?
Me: Yes. The loss of you.
Nell: Oh, I see.
Me: It wasn’t that long ago.
Nell: No, it wasn’t.
Me: And we’re all feeling it.
Nell: We are. I hope there were bacon sandwiches for breakfast.
Me: Of course. It’s Sunday.
Nell: Good. A brisk walk and a good sing-song will sort you out.
Me: It will. Sunday Songs has to be inside today because of the change in the weather.
Nell: Is it raining again?
Me: Yes.
Nell: It’s good for the garden.
Me: True, but it’s a Bank Holiday weekend so I feel a little sorry for the tourists who’ve travelled down here on holiday.
Nell: Don’t worry about the Grockles. They’ll still enjoy themselves. Devon is beautiful even in the rain.
Me: I’m not sure you should call them Grockles.
Nell: Everyone does.
Me: You probably don’t have Grockles.
Nell: Not as such, although we have visitors.
Me: Do you?
Nell: There’s a whole world up here, you know.
Me: I suppose there must be.
Nell: What roast are you having today? Poppy’s cooking Roast Chicken.
Me: We’re not having one.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: Herr Hoffmann wanted a German Sunday lunch so he’s made a casserole.
Nell: A casserole?
Me: With red cabbage and German dumplings.
Nell: Dumplings? On a Bank Holiday weekend?
Me: Yes. Sorry.
