Nell: You’re up early today.
Me: I can’t sleep. I’m too excited about the family visiting.
Nell: Only one week to go.
Me: I know. I’m counting the days.
Nell: Try not to wake David. He seems rather tired.
Me: Malcolm says being a Pescatarian can be tiring.
Nell: Only when you have to catch your own fish and Malcolm’s a flamingo. He eats prawns and shelling those is tiring.
Me: True.
Nell: Why is David covered in blonde hair?
Me: It’s Nigel. He’s shedding everywhere.
Nell: Have you got everything you need for tonight’s barbecue?
Me: I hope so. The butcher said skirt steak is the best for barbecues.
Nell: Never heard of it. I like a nice sirloin or a ribeye.
Me: Well, we’re having skirt.
Nell: I can’t see David resisting that.
Me: Neither can I, although the Beefies dropped off a lovely sea bass just in case.
Nell: In case of what?
Me: A Fish Emergency.
Nell: When you say ‘dropped off’ do you mean from the sky?
Me: In a bag and wrapped in paper.
Nell: It should go straight in the bin.
Me: It’s perfectly fresh.
Nell: Have you been eating fish?
Me: Yes, of course.
Nell: I see.
Me: Anyway, let’s see what happens. It’s Saturday so we’re having bacon sandwiches and I can’t imagine Dave will refuse one.
Nell: Neither can I.
Me: The grandchildren love fish, especially smoked salmon.
Nell: Like Poppy.
Me: Yes. Poppy and I would always share fish.
Nell: The Cat and I used to enjoy a smoked salmon sandwich for afternoon tea.
Me: You did.
Nell: Happy memories.
Me: Indeed.
Nell: And you will be making more of them very soon.
Me: I can’t wait.
Nell: But first you need to sort out David.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
