Me: Cheeky Animal.
Nell: You caught Harriet.
Me: I’m getting better at it.
Nell: You look tired this morning.
Me: I had my flu jab yesterday so I didn’t sleep very well.
Nell: Never mind. You’ll sleep tonight and it’s good that you’re vaccinated now.
Me: It is. Flu is nasty. Especially for us oldies.
Nell: Less of the old, please.
Me: I’m feeling a bit old.
Nell: Nothing a nice cup of Earl Grey and a slice of hot buttered toast won’t fix. Talking of food, how was your Spaghetti Carbonara? I forgot to ask.
Me: Delicious, but we had to ask for more like Oliver Twist as there wasn’t enough.
Nell: From Stanley?
Me: No. Malcolm and Manuel made a Seafood Linguine.
Nell: Malcolm’s excellent at shelling prawns.
Me: Yes, and the shells are good for his feathers. It’s important for a flamingo to maintain its pinkness.
Nell: True.
Me: Imagine if we all turned the colour of the food we ate.
Nell: Don’t be silly. You’d be changing colour every few minutes.
Me: I would.
Nell: So, what are your plans for the weekend?
Me: Charlotte and Nigel are visiting us.
Nell: Good. How is she?
Me: Very tired but doing better. Thank goodness.
Nell: Nigel will be relieved.
Me: Yes. Kev’s taking him to the vet’s this afternoon to have his toenails clipped.
Nell: Does he mind?
Me: No. Kev’s happy to take Nigel anywhere.
Nell: I meant Nigel. Not every animal likes people messing with their paws.
Me: You didn’t.
Nell: Exactly.
Me: I’m sure Nigel will be fine. He can have an extra portion of Lasagne for his tea.
Nell: You’re not eating pasta again, are you?
Me: You said pasta is perfect for this time of year.
Nell: Not every day.
Me: Sorry.
