Nell: It’s well and truly Autumn.
Me: Or Fall, depending on where you live.
Nell: You live in Devon.
Me: Yes, but if I lived in Canada, or the US, it would be Fall.
Nell: But you don’t.
Me: Never mind. Either way it’s a beautiful time of the year and the colours are gorgeous.
Nell: Harriet seems to be enjoying a roll in the leaves.
Me: She loves it and The Boy just likes a good Sniffari.
Nell: The Boy?
Me: Dave.
Nell: I know it’s David, but he’s usually your Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Me: I shorten it sometimes. When Nigel’s here we often say The Boys.
Nell: How is Nigel?
Me: He’s fine. Fairly annoyed that Kev just wanted to go on a walk and not to the pub yesterday evening.
Nell: That animal is becoming a drinker.
Me: No, he isn’t. It’s Locals Night on Fridays and he loves all the attention.
Nell: How was your roast chicken?
Me: Delicious. What about your fish?
Nell: Have you ever eaten John Dory?
Me: I have. It’s delicious. One of the finest fish you can eat.
Nell: Poppy cooked it whole.
Me: Good idea.
Nell: I told her I wasn’t eating anything with a face.
Me: Fair enough.
Nell: So she cut off its head with her sword and said ‘Better now?’
Me: Was it?
Nell: No.
Me: Oh dear. Are you in the doghouse?
Nell: No, I’m sitting on the sofa in front of the fire with Charlie by my side talking to you.
Me: I meant are you in trouble?
Nell: No, Poppy doesn’t care. I just had to make do with new potatoes and green beans.
Me: You missed out. It really is delicious.
Nell: One has to draw the line somewhere.
Me: True. Sorry.
