Nell: The Weather Guardians tell me you should expect rain today.
Me: They’re right. It’s been raining for hours.
Nell: Why did you wake Nigel? He was happily asleep in the Yellow Chair.
Me: I was checking in on everyone as I know you like me to keep you updated.
Nell: So, how are they all? Nigel seems tired.
Me: Harriet felt a lot better yesterday but she’s still asleep upstairs so we’ll have to see how she is later.
Nell: And David?
Me: Dave is upstairs snoozing and waiting for bacon.
Nell: It seems everyone is trying to have a lie-in except you.
Me: Herr Hoffmann’s been up for hours baking.
Nell: He’s always up early. Does Sunday Songs have a theme today?
Me: It might be Singing in the Rain?
Nell: You just made that up, didn’t you?
Me: Yes, but the Welsh Corgi Choir are wearing sou’westers, so it’s possible.
Nell: Try not to get too wet and remind everyone to wipe their feet on the doormat when they get back.
Me: There’s no need. Veronica will clean it up. She’s amazingly hard-working. We’re rather fond of her.
Nell: She’s a robot.
Me: She talks to us. Tells us when she’s cleaning her mops and when she’s going home to her station.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: I’m looking forward to our Sunday roast today. It’s roast chicken with all the trimmings.
Nell: Not bread sauce, I hope. Horrible stuff.
Me: Of course, and chipolatas and stuffing and cauliflower cheese.
Nell: Give me cranberry sauce any day.
Me: We’re having both, and lots of roasted vegetables and gravy. We’re even having mashed potatoes and Yorkshire puddings.
Nell: I thought you said Harriet was on a diet?
Me: It’s Sunday, Nell, and it’s raining.
Nell: No excuse.
Me: Sorry.
