Nell: Is Faye hand feeding David?
Me: He likes it.
Nell: That nonsense needs to stop.
Me: It’s only a piece of carrot.
Nell: It doesn’t matter what it is. Hand feeding is for sick animals only.
Me: The llamas love it.
Nell: Of course they do.
Me: Most animals do.
Nell: I can’t imagine Rupert ever agreeing to be hand fed.
Me: Maybe not wolves.
Nell: Hand feeding Beauregard would be a very bad idea.
Me: Or tigers.
Nell: And The Cat would faint at the mere idea.
Me: Maybe cats in general.
Nell: Harriet looks tired.
Me: She is, a little.
Nell: What are the plans for today?
Me: Sunday songs and a cream tea by the river.
Nell: A cream tea and a roast dinner?
Me: We had our roast yesterday so Charlotte and Nigel could join in as they’re busy today.
Nell: Roast beef on a Saturday?
Me: It was absolutely delicious, Nell, and we can have the leftovers this evening.
Nell: Leftovers?
Me: Yes. Bubble and squeak.
Nell: You can’t eat bubble and squeak on a Sunday. It’s a Monday dish.
Me: Not today, it isn’t.
Nell: This is shocking. You can’t serve visitors leftovers.
Me: Jonathan Sky is having his with baked beans.
Nell: Stop. This is too much.
Me: Before I forget, I’d like to say a big thank you to all those of you who bought me a cup of tea. It really is appreciated.
Nell: Yes, it’s very kind. You just changed the subject.
Me: Did I?
Nell: You know you did.
Me: What do you think about hats?
Nell: Always wear one on a Sunday and in the sun.
Me: Would you wear one if you were going out to tea?
Nell: Of course. Stop changing the subject.
Me: Sorry.
