Me: Nigel had A Good Day yesterday.
Nell: Why?
Me: He started the day with two breakfasts.
Nell: Any particular reason?
Me: He ate Harriet’s by mistake.
Nell: Is he turning into David?
Me: No. This was a genuine mistake.
Nell: Was it really, though?
Me: Yes, because Nigel prefers red sauce on his sandwich and it was only when he realised the sauce was brown that he thought it might not be his.
Nell: Did he stop eating it?
Me; No, he’s a Labrador, but he told Herr Hoffmann about it and made sure Harriet had a new sandwich.
Nell: I’m glad to hear it. What else went well for Nigel yesterday?
Me: Before lunch he watched the Bus Stop and after lunch he watched Wimbledon with me and Charlotte and had strawberries and cream.
Nell: Nice.
Me: And in the evening he watched the football with Kev and England won.
Nell: It was exciting, wasn’t it?
Me: It was exhausting. I couldn’t get to sleep until gone 4am.
Nell: Poppy and I were the same. You had better have a quiet day today.
Me: It’s the Men’s Final at 4pm.
Nell: Well, have a nap after your Sunday roast.
Me: We’re not having a roast, Nell. It’s too warm and Herr Hoffmann is tired.
Nell: Being tired isn’t going to stop Poppy from cooking us a roast.
Me: Nothing can stop Poppy.
Nell: True.
Me: We’re having scones with jam and cream when we watch the tennis.
Nell: I hope you’re still going to Sunday Songs.
Me: We are.
Nell: Wearing hats?
Me: Yes.
Nell: And carrying a parasol?
Me: I’m not the parasol type, Nell. It’s a bit My Fair Lady.
Nell: It’s not a fashion statement. It’s to protect you from the sun.
Me: Right. Sorry.
