Me: How can it be the last day of May?
Nell: Because it’s the 1st June tomorrow.
Me: You know what I mean. Sometimes time flies.
Nell: It does. So, what’s going on?
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: Look at Nigel’s face.
Me: He’s on my chair where Dave sits and he knows it.
Nell: He isn’t going to move.
Me: No. I’m afraid those two boys often have a power play going on. Kev calls it ‘handbags at dawn’.
Nell: Harriet and I kept well out of it.
Me: Excuse me? You never kept out of it. You always told everyone what to do.
Nell: It was for their own good. That’s different.
Me: I’m not sure it is.
Nell: Moving on, what are your plans today? Bacon sandwiches and Sunday Songs?
Me: Yes. It’s been very hot recently so we’re not having a Sunday roast just a selection of salads with new potatoes.
Nell: Salads? On a Sunday?
Me: I love a good salad and it will make a nice change.
Nell: You can have A Nice Change in the week but not on a Sunday.
Me: Well, we are.
Nell: Poppy won’t believe me when I tell her.
Me: Then don’t.
Nell: She’s roasting a chicken as we speak.
Me: Do you have Sunday Songs?
Nell: Of course. We have everything. The Great Barberino’s great friend Eppie joined us recently so there will be songs of welcome.
Me: Aren’t Guardians constantly joining you?
Nell: Yes, but not necessarily ones we know.
Me: I see what you mean.
Nell: But you’re right. We always have welcoming songs on a Sunday.
Me: It’s a nice thought.
Nell: Which is a lot better than A Nice Change. I can’t believe you’re eating salads.
Me: I’m afraid we are. Sorry.
