Nell: You’re up early.

Me: I couldn’t sleep.

Nell: Don’t wake Harriet. She needs her rest.

Me: I won’t. Don’t worry.

Nell: Where is David?

Me: Up here next to my bed.

Nell: That’s where I used to sleep.

Me: Yes. It’s like he knows.

Nell: He does.

Me: Do you remember how you always walked down the stairs next to me? Almost like you didn’t want me to fall?

Nell: I didn’t.

Me: Well, Harriet’s started doing that since you left us.

Nell: I know. And I haven’t left you, by the way.

Me: You know what I mean.

Nell: Anyway, enough chit-chat who is that cat?

Me: His name is Angus and he lives with my writer friend Clare. He’s beautiful, isn’t he?

Nell: He’s a cat. Why is he up a tree?

Me: He likes to go for walks in the countryside with Clare but whenever he sees a dog he goes up a tree.

Nell: Sensible animal. Showing respect.

Me: I’m not sure that’s the reason.

Nell: Cats don’t usually go on accompanied walks.

Me: No, it’s more of a dog thing.

Nell: When did you meet Angus?

Me: I haven’t met him yet. I was telling Clare about the bluebells and she showed me the photos. Isn’t the scenery beautiful?

Nell: I don’t think you should be featuring cats you don’t even know.

Me: Why not?

Nell: You’re a dog person.

Me: I love cats, too.

Nell: Cats are different.

Me: Nigel’s best friend is Xav the Cat.

Nell: Typical Nigel.

Me: I think it’s sweet. They’re adorable together.

Nell: Is Nigel coming to stay this weekend?

Me: Of course.

Nell: Don’t let him bring that cat.

Me: Don’t worry. Xav always stays at home.

Nell: I’ve seen enough cats for today.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

Nell: David and Harriet seem transfixed. What are they looking at?

Me: Bluebells. They’re everywhere at the moment. The countryside is so beautiful.

Nell: I remember.

Me: There’s nothing like Devon in spring. it’s my favourite time of the year.

Nell: I don’t think they’re looking at bluebells.

Me: They are, Nell.

Nell: They don’t care about bluebells.

Me: Yes, they do.

Nell: I think they’re looking for squirrels.

Me: Squirrels?

Nell: Yes.

Me: Why are they looking for squirrels?

Nell; Because that’s what we dogs do. You might think we’re admiring the countryside but we’re actually hoping to spot a squirrel.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: Or a rabbit.

Me: Dave loves chasing rabbits. I’ve never seen him run as fast as when that rabbit got into the activity field.

Nell: He caught it.

Me: Yes, he did but he didn’t harm it and he let it go again when we asked him to.

Nell: We Labradors have soft mouths.

Me: You do.

Nell: I’m afraid Poppy and Mutley could not be trusted to let a rabbit go.

Me: They’re terriers, Nell.

Nell: Poppy never really lets anything go, truth be told.

Me: Do you have rabbits and squirrels up there?

Nell: We have everything. But nobody is supposed to be chased or caught.

Me: Does Poppy know that?

Nell: She does, although Knowing doesn’t necessarily mean Doing in her case.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: She wants to go on a Heffalump Hunt.

Me: That’s dreadful.

Nell: Don’t worry. There won’t be any Catching.

Me: Are you sure?

Nell: Yes. It’s all about Finding.

Me: What if the Heffalump doesn’t want be found?

Nell: Nobody does.

Me: I wouldn’t.

Nell: Nobody’s going to hunt you. You’re not a Heffalump.

Me: I feel like one sometimes.

Nell: Don’t be silly.

Me: Sorry.

Nell: David has A Guilty Face.

Me: Does he? I hadn’t noticed.

Nell: You know he does.

Me: Maybe he ate something by mistake?

Nell: He never feels guilty about food. He does it all the time.

Me: Maybe he stole a tea towel?

Nell: He does that all the time, too. Maybe he’s been flirting with a certain pretty young Chocolate Labrador called Elsie?

Me: He says they’re just friends.

Nell: Sally is not going to be very pleased with him.

Me: Sally doesn’t need to know.

Nell: Sally knows everything.

Me: She’ll understand. Stop making a mountain out of a molehill.

Nell: Why bring moles into this?

Me: It’s just a saying.

Nell: Handsome Labradors like David need to tread carefully when they’re around young impressionable animals like Elsie.

Me: They simply enjoy each other’s company.

Nell: There’s nothing simple about it.

Me: You can talk after stringing that wretched lion along for years.

Nell: I beg your pardon?

Me: You knew Lionel King was smitten with you.

Nell: Nonsense.

Me: You persisted in forgiving him over and over.

Nell: His heart was in the right place.

Me: Was it?

Nell: Yes, he’s not a bad lion. He’s just lost his way.

Me: If you say so

Nell: Where is Lionel, by the way?

Me: He’s been seen with Stanley and Sponge Finger at the Bus Stop but he seems to be spending most of his time on the island.

Nell: It’s understandable. He’ll be struggling without me. I was one of his only friends.

Me: He loved you, Nell. You were more to him than just a friend.

Nell: Try and be nicer to him when you see him next.

Me: I’ll try.

Nell: In a world where you can be anything, be kind.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

Nell: Harriet is concerned about something. I can tell from her stance.

Me: Harriet is fine. She and Dave had some kind of disagreement after their walk yesterday so she’s a little bit off today.

Nell: A little bit off?

Me: Yes. She’s out of sorts.

Nell: That’s not like her at all.

Me: No, it isn’t.

Nell: What did David do?

Me: I don’t know, but I feel like Elsie might be involved.

Nell: Who is Elsie?

Me: She’s a pretty young chocolate Labrador who lives a few doors down from us. I’m not sure if you ever met her.

Nell: I’ve seen her out and about with her Golden Retriever friend.

Me: Yes, they’re always together.

Nell: She’s a little full on.

Me: She’s just young and enthusiastic.

Nell: She keeps twirling around.

Me: She does, especially when she sees Dave.

Nell: Oh dear.

Me: In fact, I think she might have a crush on him.

Nell: I see.

Me: It’s not surprising. He’s ever so handsome. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.

Nell: What about David? How does he feel about Elsie?

Me: It’s funny you should say that because Kev thinks Dave might have a bit of a thing for Elsie.

Nell: A bit of a thing?

Me: He’s always delighted to see her.

Nell: Where does Sally fit in to all this?

Me: Sally?

Nell: David’s girlfriend. Head of MI5. Harriet’s boss.

Me: Sally has nothing to worry about. It’s just a harmless flirtation.

Nell: Harriet doesn’t seem to think so.

Me: We don’t know that.

Nell: I’m afraid David’s head has been turned.

Me: He’s just having fun.

Nell: Like Rupert and Luna?

Me: They’re business colleagues, Nell. And Luna’s gone back to Shropshire now.

Nell: Why didn’t you tell me that before?

Me: Sorry.

Nell: I see David has a new toy.

Me: Yes, Kev bought it for him at the vet’s. He absolutely loves it.

Nell: Why was David at the vet’s? Is there something wrong with him?

Me: No. He had to have his nails cut. He behaved really well and got lots of cuddles. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.

Nell: I expect it was difficult to go back there.

Me: Yes, it was the first time since we lost you. I stayed at home.

Nell: Probably for the best.

Me: Kev saw Chloe. She was very sad and they talked about you.

Nell: Chloe has been giving me regular massage and hydro for years. She is bound to feel a little low.

Me: Yes. You are greatly missed.

Nell: Not by everyone. I presume Rupert is still out and about with his new lady friend.

Me: Luna is his supplier. They talk wool.

Nell: As if.

Me: She has a sunny disposition and she makes him laugh.

Nell: Charlie makes me laugh.

Me: There you are.

Nell: You’re right. I need you all to be happy if I’m going to be happy.

Me: Exactly. I had some happy news yesterday.

Nell: Tell me.

Me: Alice and the grandchildren are coming to visit for two whole weeks in the summer.

Nell: That’s wonderful.

Me: It is.

Nell: Has Kev put the number of days until they arrive on the whiteboard?

Me: He has.

Nell: He always does that when family are coming to visit and he changes it every day.

Me: You know him so well.

Nell: I do.

Me: We still feel you’re here with us, Nell. When we go into a room we expect to see you there.

Nell: I am there. You and me. Always. Remember?

Me: Yes. Sorry.

Me: Look at all the bluebells we saw on our walk yesterday. Aren’t they beautiful?

Nell: They are. Where has the sunshine gone?

Me: It’s back this morning but yesterday afternoon was rather grey and windy.

Nell: I can see that.

Me: Charlotte and I went back to the house with Nigel and the others walked on.

Nell: We used to do that.

Me: We did. You didn’t like them going at first and neither did Nigel.

Nell: It’s hard to accept you can’t do as much as you used to do.

Me: Tell me about it.

Nell: I just did.

Me: Never mind.

Nell: Are you ready for Sunday Songs?

Me: Yes. Luna is joining us today.

Nell: Why?

Me: Because Rupert invited her.

Nell: She’s not coming to Sunday lunch, is she?

Me: No. Alpacas don’t really like a roast. They’re herbivores.

Nell: That Notorious Vegetarian James Beddall would probably suggest you offer her a nut roast.

Me: She only eats grass and hay. She’s going to join the llamas for lunch.

Nell: Good.

Me: Knitwear Wolf is taking her on a walk later.

Nell: Rupert is going walking with Luna?

Me: He says he might show her the bluebells. What are you doing today?

Nell: Poppy is roasting a chicken and Mutley and I thought we might have a little sleep in front of the fire.

Me: You can have a fire?

Nell: We can have whatever we want.

Me: And Charlie?

Nell: Charlie is out and about but he’ll be back for lunch.

Me: Out and about?

Nell: Yes.

Me: Doing Guardian stuff?

Nell: Apparently there’s some trouble brewing. and don’t say ‘stuff’.

Me: What’s he doing?

Nell: Let’s just say spies never retire.

Me: Charlie is a Guardian spy.

Nell: Enough. Stop snooping.

Me: Sorry.

Nell: I see Nigel is visiting.

Me: Yes, he spent the night on the bunk bed.

Nell: On the silken cover?

Me: Of course. And this morning he’s on my bed in the sunshine monitoring the Bus Stop.

Nell: Is Nigel sharing the bed with Harriet?

Me: Yes.

Nell: Where is David? He usually sleeps on your bed.

Me: He’s downstairs somewhere.

Nell: Downstairs somewhere?

Me: Yes. He’s probably eating a bacon sandwich.

Nell: David’s place is by your side.

Me: Not all the time, Nell.

Nell: I thought he was your Big Brave Beautiful Boy?

Me: He is.

Nell: Does he know he’s been replaced?

Me: That’s ridiculous. Nobody could replace Dave.

Nell: It happens faster than you think. I thought I would never be replaced in Rupert’s heart but now he’s cavorting around Devon with corgis and alpacas.

Me: Luna is lovely, by the way. She really enjoyed her cream tea and was a huge success with the llamas.

Nell: Fickle creatures.

Me: I’m sure they’re just friends but Rupert is going to have to move on at some point, Nell, and you’re back with Charlie now.

Nell: But not yet. It’s only been a few weeks.

Me: Seven on Monday.

Nell: You’ve been counting the days?

Me: Yes. So has Kev. You’re always in our thoughts.

Nell: Shame Rupert doesn’t feel the same way.

Me: Dave just came upstairs and is on the bed with Harriet and Nigel.

Nell: Good. Did he bring bacon sandwiches?

Me: He meant to. They were eaten by mistake.

Nell: Some things never change.

Me: And some things do. It’s the way of the world.

Nell: You’re rather philosophical for a Saturday.

Me: I am, aren’t I?

Nell: Well, stop. I do the wisdom and you do the imagination.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

Nell: Who on earth is that?

Me: It’s Luna. You were asking about her.

Nell: I’ve never heard of a Luna.

Me: She was at the Bus Stop with Knitwear Wolf. Isn’t she adorable?

Nell: Not really.

Me: Look at her smiley face and soft curly hair.

Nell: Calm down, please. She’s just an alpaca not a pedigree Labrador.

Me: She’s visiting Devon from Shropshire for the Easter holidays and she bumped into Knitwear Wolf who immediately admired her coat.

Nell: Rupert admires Luna?

Me: Very much, apparently.

Nell: How do you know all this?

Me: I asked Harriet.

Nell: Harriet?

Me: Yes, she was looking into a few things for Sally so I asked her about Luna.

Nell: How did you know her name?

Me: I didn’t until Harriet told me. I said you were concerned about the blue-eyed alpaca at the Bus Stop with Rupert.

Nell: Why did you have to say a thing like that?

Me: You were. You even mentioned Ramson Hunter and Sven Gully.

Nell: I suppose I did.

Me: I thought this would put your mind at ease.

Nell: I’m not sure Rupert should be going around admiring other animals’ coats. He’s in mourning.

Me: He’s also an entrepreneur with a successful knitwear business. He’s probably just looking for a new supplier.

Nell: You’re right.

Me: And taking Luna to dinner at the pub was probably for business purposes only.

Nell: Rupert took Luna out to dinner?

Me: Yes.

Nell: At our pub?

Me: Why not?

Nell: Does that mean Luna is staying in the village?

Me: Yes. She’s staying in one of the farmer’s barns.

Nell: When is she leaving?

Me: I don’t know but I’ll ask her when she comes to tea.

Nell: She’s coming to tea?

Me: Yes, with Rupert. Sorry.

Nell: You went on my favourite walk again.

Me: Yes, the weather was warm so we knew the beach would be busy and went to the river.

Nell: I see Kev decided to sit on my bench.

Me: He wanted to stop and remember you.

Nell: Did you join him?

Me: I’m not ready yet, Nell. You and I always sat there together while the others walked on. I couldn’t sit there yet without you.

Nell: I understand.

Me: The Puppies had a wonderful time splashing around in the river.

Nell: I used to enjoy a paddle.

Me: You did.

Nell: It was cooling on the paws.

Me: Nature is amazing and such a comfort.

Nell: Any news on the blue-eyed alpaca you saw at the Bus Stop talking to Rupert yesterday?

Me: No, but I’m wondering if it might be one of his suppliers.

Nell: Suppliers?

Me: Alpaca wool is highly prized. It’s luxurious and soft and even hypoallergenic.

Nell: You know a lot about it.

Me: Maybe Knitwear Wolf wants its wool for his blankets and cardigans?

Nell: Did it look like a business meeting?

Me: Not really. There was a lot of laughing.

Nell: Laughing?

Me: Yes. He seemed to be enjoying himself.

Nell: Rupert’s supposed to be in mourning not gadding about town with corgis and alpacas.

Me: He’s not gadding about and you said life must go on.

Nell: Were they eating Spaghetti Bolognese?

Me: Of course not.

Nell: They might have been.

Me: Alpacas are herbivores. The most they would eat is a Spaghetti Napoli definitely not a bolognese.

Nell: But why were the Puppies so concerned?

Me: I don’t know. They didn’t say.

Nell: Ask them again. Maybe they know something we don’t. It hasn’t got blue eyes for nothing.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

Me: There’s something worrying going on at the Bus Stop.

Nell: What do you mean?

Me: Dave’s puffed out his cheeks.

Nell: I beg your pardon?

Me: When Dave’s concerned he puffs his cheeks out before he barks.

Nell: It’ll be a llama cartwheeling, or something equally mundane.

Me: Harriet’s worried, too.

Nell: Well, go and have a look out of the window.

Me: I can see Knitwear Wolf.

Nell: In a cardigan?

Me: Yes. Forest green.

Nell: Anyone else?

Me: Stanley Smoochy and some Tupperware containers.

Nell: That’ll be the Spaghetti Bolognese for his pasta deliveries.

Me: Yes.

Nell: I don’t know why that would make Dave and Harriet concerned.

Me: Oh, there’s someone else with them.

Nell: Is it that dreadful Italian rook?

Me: No, it’s not Sponge Finger. It’s someone large and rather fluffy with blue eyes.

Nell: Did you say blue eyes?

Me: Yes.

Nell: Most unusual.

Me: Yes.

Nell: Light fluffy, or dark fluffy?

Me: Light fluffy. Sort of off-white, cream-coloured. Its hair needs a good brush, to be honest.

Nell: Oh dear.

Me: What’s wrong?

Nell: This is worrying.

Me: Why is it worrying? We can’t all have neat hair.

Nell: Is Stanley the only seagull?

Me: There are several Beefies flying around.

Nell: But none with hypnotic eyes?

Me: Not as far as I can see.

Nell: That’s a relief. I thought it might be Ramson Hunter with his nasty sidekick Sven Gully.

Me: The evil ram with the piercing blue eyes?

Nell: Yes.

Me: And the dastardly hypnotising Beefy?

Nell: Yes.

Me: It’s not them.

Nell: How do you know?

Me: It’s an alpaca.

Nell: Why didn’t you say that before?

Me: You didn’t ask me.

Nell: Yes, I did. But alpacas don’t usually have blue eyes.

Me: This one does. Sorry.