Nell: Why does Harriet look sad?
Me: She’s not sad. She’s listening out for bacon.
Nell: You can’t listen to bacon.
Me: You can. It has a sizzly sort of sound.
Nell: Bacon is all about smell and taste.
Me: Fine. Let’s just agree it’s not sadness, it’s bacon.
Nell: It’s Sunday so it had better be.
Me: Exactly.
Nell: The Weather Guardians tell me you’re due for another sunny day.
Me: We are. How about you?
Nell: It’s sunshine all the way up here.
Me: I like to think of you in the sunshine.
Nell: It’s birthday week so what are your plans?
Me: Birthday week?
Nell: Your sister Charlotte has a birthday on Wednesday and David and Harriet have a birthday on Friday.
Me: Well, obviously there will be cake.
Nell: The Puppies have to have a party.
Me: Maybe they’d prefer afternoon tea? They’re going to be nine.
Nell: What’s age got to do with anything?
Me: True.
Nell: You should have both.
Me: You’re right.
Nell: I usually am. I hope you’re having a Sunday roast and not some ridiculous salad.
Me: Salads are lovely in hot weather.
Nell: I don’t believe it.
Me: Herr Hoffmann’s taking Frau Hoffmann out for lunch by the sea.
Nell: To the Cottage Hotel?
Me: Yes.
Nell: I’m not sure they allow bears in the dining room.
Me: They’re going to sit outside.
Nell: Is Sunday Songs outside today?
Me: Yes. It’s at the Recreation Ground.
Nell: Don’t forget to wear a hat.
Me: I won’t. We’re celebrating summer so I’m expecting lots of hats.
Nell: The Welsh Corgi Choir aren’t dressing as flowers again, are they?
Me: I hope so. If I was a flower I’d like to be a daisy.
Nell: Don’t even think about it.
Me: Sorry.
