Me: It’s a horribly grey day today, Nell. I’ve been listening to the rain for hours.
Nell: It’s November.
Me: I might ask Kev to light a fire later and just hunker down with a good book.
Nell: That’s what Charlie and I are going to do.
Me: Is it raining up there, too?
Nell: It is. Poppy is wearing a sou’wester.
Me: Why?
Nell: I have no idea.
Me: Is she going for a walk in the rain?
Nell: No, she’s making bread rolls to go with our vegetable soup.
Me: It must be awfully hot.
Nell: That’s what I said. Moving on, why is David carrying an enormous piece of toast in his mouth?
Me: I think he might be eating it by mistake.
Nell: So do I. It isn’t even buttered and there’s no sign of any marmalade.
Me: He probably took it before it was ready.
Nell: He shouldn’t have taken it at all.
Me: He’s become a little bit naughty recently.
Nell: He’s been spending too much time with Nigel.
Me: Don’t bring Nigel into this. He isn’t even here.
Nell: It’s true.
Me: Anyway, I think Dave might be regretting it now.
Nell: I’m sure he is.
Me: Today’s the right sort of day to be feeling regretful.
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: It’s hard to feel regretful on a sunny day.
Nell: Is it?
Me: Yes. It’s ever so much easier on a grey and rainy day like today.
Nell: Are you feeling regretful about something?
Me: I probably shouldn’t have had a second slice of Swiss Roll.
Nell: For breakfast?
Me: No, for tea yesterday. Herr Hoffmann filled it with homemade strawberry jam and clotted cream and I simply couldn’t resist.
Nell: You’re as greedy as David.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
