Nell: Looking at these photos I’m guessing David is no longer a Pescatarian.
Me: You’re right. Dave succumbed. The barbecue tipped him over the edge.
Nell: I thought it would.
Me: It was touch and go for a while when the Beefies flew over shouting ‘Don’t do it!’ and dropped a mackerel from the sky.
Nell: How rude and intrusive.
Me: But the lure of the steak, sausages and burgers was simply too strong.
Nell: What did he eat?
Me: Everything. With gusto and lots of ketchup. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: So, it’s bacon sandwiches all round this morning?
Me: Definitely. And a roast after Sunday Songs.
Nell: Beef?
Me: Of course.
Nell: Poppy will be delighted to hear it. We’re having beef, too, with Poppy’s special Yorkshire puddings and gravy.
Me: Don’t tell Herr Hoffmann but hers were the best.
Nell: You look tired. Did you have trouble sleeping again?
Me: I watched the England v France football game and it was so exciting that I couldn’t get to sleep for ages afterwards. Our boys played so well.
Nell: They did.
Me: I was proud of them.
Nell: Yes, so was I. Especially for the camaraderie both teams showed to each other. No nasty fouls just excellent play.
Me: Exactly.
Nell: Now, how are the preparations going for the family visit?
Me: Slowly but surely.
Nell: Did you talk to Nigel about the bunk bed situation?
Me: Yes. He wasn’t pleased and I’m not sure he’s going to keep off the bed.
Nell: He had better. It’s Faye’s bed.
Me: She probably won’t mind. She absolutely loves dogs.
Nell: I remember.
Me: It will be their first visit since you left us.
Nell: I’m still here.
Me: They’re going to miss you. Like we all do. Sorry.
