Nell: I see Nigel is visiting.
Me: He popped in for Lasagne.
Nell: For breakfast?
Me: No, yesterday evening. Stanley cooked.
Nell: Oh yes. Did the evening go well?
Me: It was great fun. Rupert and Myfanwy joined us with some of the Welsh Corgi Choir and we had a lovely singalong.
Nell: Singalong?
Me: Lionel King was on good form and even sang ‘That’s Amore’ with Dave.
Nell: Was his mane still matted?
Me: No, washed and brushed.
Nell: Good, and Rupert?
Me: Rupert’s a wolf, Nell. He doesn’t have a mane.
Nell: How was he?
Me: Reassuringly Rupert with a touch of sadness.
Nell: He’s still missing me.
Me: We’re all missing you.
Nell: You look dreadful, by the way. What’s wrong?
Me: I had a bad night with a sore throat.
Nell: I hope you’re not unwell.
Me: I think it’s hay fever. The pollen count is very high again today.
Nell: Best to stay inside.
Me: I know. I can’t be in the sun anyway.
Nell: So what are your plans?
Me: Well, England are playing this evening so we’re going to watch the match together.
Nell: So are we.
Me: Good. I like to think of you cheering them on.
Nell: Poppy’s been practising her football skills with Mutley since first thing this morning.
Me: With Mutley? He’s an elderly Patterdale.
Nell: Age has no meaning up here. She’s put him in goal.
Me: Wouldn’t Charlie be better in goal? He’s a German Shepherd.
Nell: Charlie prefers cricket. What’s for dinner?
Me: Hot dogs. The perfect accompaniment to a game of football.
Nell: The match doesn’t start until 10pm your time.
Me: We’ll have a late dinner.
Nell: You’ll have two dinners. There’s no way David can wait until 10pm to eat.
Me: True. Sorry.
