Nell: It looks like somebody wants to have a lie-in this morning.

Me: Harriet’s in the mood to snooze. Bless her.

Nell: It’s Tuesday, not the weekend, you should all be up and doing.

Me: Leave her be, Nell. She’s just having one of those days.

Nell: But the sun is shining.

Me: How did you know that?

Nell: The Weather Guardians told me.

Me: Does the weather vary a lot up there?

Nell: Yes, if we want it to.

Me: What if you want different things? One dog’s rain might be another dog’s shine.

Nell: You’re obviously feeling better.

Me: Why do you say that?

Nell: You’re asking annoying questions again.

Me: I’m just interested. Who decides on the weather up there?

Nell: Who decides on your weather?

Me: Nobody.

Nell: Exactly.

Me: But you said it varies.

Nell: Somebody once told me one dog’s rain is another dog’s shine.

Me: That was me.

Nell: There you are then. Now, how is the eating going?

Me: Slowly and steadily. The exciting news is I’m allowed a hot cup of tea and sparkling water.

Nell: What a relief.

Me: Yes, but no toast, or anything crunchy. Herr Hoffmann is making me soft rolls.

Nell: I would suggest afternoon tea. Cucumber sandwiches.

Me: Good idea.

Nell: And a small scone with smooth jam and clotted cream.

Me: I wish Poppy were here to bake them.

Nell: I’m not sure you do. She had an altercation with Michael in the garden this morning.

Me: What happened?

Nell: She tripped over him weeding the flowerbeds and caught her fur on his prickles.

Me: Michael must have been dreadfully shocked.

Nell: He was.

Me: You did say weeding?

Nell: Yes. What else would Michael be doing? He’s a gardening hedgehog.

Me: Just checking. Sorry.

Nell: Dear Marvin is looking well.

Me: He is, isn’t he? His face is just what we need to see on a dreary Monday morning. Our darling Rescue Dog.

Nell: He’s obviously enjoying life in Toronto.

Me: Yes, he seems to have settled into the new house.

Nell: I knew he would. He has his own garden.

Me: He’ll be happy wherever he is as long as Chris and Shannon are there.

Nell: True, but a garden is a bonus.

Me: Do you have a garden?

Nell: Of course, and a gardener.

Me: A gardener?

Nell: Haven’t you heard of Gardening Guardians?

Me: Gardening Guardians?

Nell: We have two. Michael and Rebecca.

Me: Michael and Rebecca?

Nell: Michael is responsible for smaller tasks and Rebecca is in charge of cutting the grass, or rather eating it.

Me: Eating it? Is Rebecca a cow?

Nell: Excuse me? Do you seriously think I would have a cow grazing in my beautiful country garden?

Me: I didn’t know you had one.

Nell: Rebecca is a sheep. She’s a big fan of Lady Baba’s music, actually, and was extremely impressed when I told her I knew her well.

Me: Is Michael a sheep, too?

Nell: No. Michael is a hedgehog. He’s a little slow and rather prickly at times but he’s steady and he does the job.

Me: Well, I’ve heard it all now.

Nell: I very much doubt it. How are you today? You sound a little better.

Me: I’m definitely on the mend, although I’m sick of sloppy food and lukewarm tea.

Nell: It’s not for much longer.

Me: Talking of tea, thank you so much to everyone for the cups of Earl Grey. I really appreciate it.

Nell: People are very kind if you allow them to be.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

Me: How can it be November already?

Nell: You say that every year.

Me: Time really seems to fly when you’re older.

Nell: You sound a little brighter.

Me: I slept better last night.

Nell: I’m glad. Nigel seems in good spirits.

Me: He loves being with Dave and Harriet.

Nell: David doesn’t seem too sure.

Me: Dave’s fine. He and Nigel have the occasional disagreement but they get on well.

Nell: If you say so. How was Halloween?

Me: Everyone seems to have had a wonderful time at the Beefy Ball.

Nell: No dramas?

Me: Not as far as I know, but I haven’t really talked to them about it yet.

Nell: They’re all on your bed. Talk to them now.

Me: No, I’m talking to you.

Nell: Actually, before you do anything, share the link to the website where people can support you.

Me: I wish I didn’t have to ask.

Nell: They’re glad to help and they know how much you appreciate it.

Me: I hope they do.

Nell: They do. Just share it.

Me: It’s https://buymeacoffee.com/saramartin. Thank you so much in advance. Your support means a lot.

Nell: I trust you have bacon in the house this week.

Me: We do. Bacon sandwiches for everyone except me. I’m still on the soggy cereal.

Nell: What about the Sunday roast?

Me: I can have some cauliflower cheese and mashed potato.

Nell: Surely a Yorkshire pudding with gravy is possible?

Me: Too crispy, Nell.

Nell: Not if you soak it in the gravy.

Me: You’re right.

Nell: This too will pass.

Me: It will.

Nell: In this case it’s a good thing that time passes quickly when you’re older.

Me: Why?

Nell: You’ll be back to normal sooner.

Me: I’m not sure I was ever normal, Nell. Sorry.

Me: Witch-ing you a Happy Howl-oween.

Nell: Have you started already?

Me: Go big or gourd home.

Nell: Moving on, I notice you included Poppy in your photos today.

Me: Yes, I did. I know she’s having a Pirate Party up there and it’s how I like to think of her.

Nell: Why is Nigel wearing a feathered hat?

Me: He chose it from The Cat’s dressing-up box. I think he looks eerie-sistible.

Nell: Good grief. But David is the Mayor of Kingsbridge.

Me: Except he isn’t.

Nell: He will be.

Me: You might be fright.

Nell: How are you feeling today?

Me: Spook-tacular. Howl you doin?

Nell: It’s a serious question.

Me: Just creepin it real.

Nell: Stop.

Me: Orange you excited about Halloween?

Nell: Not when I have to go through ridiculous conversations like this.

Me: What’s a monster’s favourite game?

Nell: I have no idea.

Me: Hide and shriek.

Nell: Very droll.

Me: Want to hear some skeleton puns? They’re very humerus.

Nell: No, I do not. Have you quite finished?

Me: Probably not.

Nell: Behind all this frivolity you sound tired.

Me: I am. It’s taken it out of me more than I thought.

Nell: Maybe you can have a quiet evening while everyone is at the Beefy Halloween Ball?

Me: Maybe? Although I enjoy seeing all the village children all dressed up. Kev is really going to town on the decorations this year.

Nell: It’s the actor in him.

Me: Yes, and he loves seeing the children’s little faces light up.

Nell: I know he does.

Me: Witch you were here with me.

Nell: Here we go again.

Me: Are these puns driving you batty?

Nell: Yes.

Me: Ghouls just wanna have fun.

Nell: Enough.

Me: Best fiends forever?

Nell: I give up.

Me: Sorry.

Nell: How are you this morning?

Me: I’m relieved the tooth has gone and in a bit of pain, but I’m fine.

Nell: You sound dreadful.

Me: It’s going to take time. The dentist told me it would.

Nell: But it all went well?

Me: It did. I was scared but brave.

Nell: Good girl.

Me: Dentistry has come such a long way since I was a child.

Nell: I should jolly well hope so.

Me: Anyway, I’m very glad it’s over.

Nell: Are you able to eat?

Me: Not much at the moment. I had some delicious ice cream yesterday.

Nell: You can’t have ice cream for breakfast.

Me: I know. I’m going to have soggy cereal.

Nell: Soggy cereal?

Me: It needs to be soft. And lukewarm tea.

Nell: Lukewarm tea?

Me: It can’t be too hot.

Nell: Now you’re making me miserable.

Me: Make yourself a nice cup of Earl Grey and some hot buttered toast and marmalade and you’ll feel much better.

Nell: Can you eat toast?

Me: No, it’s too crunchy.

Nell: I give up. Moving on, why is Nigel with you so early? And why is he wearing a leaf on his head?

Me: Charlotte’s away visiting friends for the weekend.

Nell: Oh yes. I forgot. How are the preparations for the Beefy Halloween Ball coming along?

Me: Well, I think. Dave’s still wearing his hat.

Nell: You wouldn’t have been able to go to the ball even if they had invited you.

Me: No, I wouldn’t. It’s definitely going to be a quiet weekend for me.

Nell: Yes, take time to rest and recuperate.

Me: With soggy cereal and lukewarm tea.

Nell: Good grief.

Me: Thank you for being there, Nell. I could feel you watching over me.

Nell: Always.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

Me: Look at Harriet’s sweet little face. She insisted on sleeping next to me all night.

Nell: Good. How are you this morning?

Me: I’m fine, Nell.

Nell: You don’t need to pretend with me. What time is your appointment?

Me: 3pm. I wish I wasn’t such a Scaredy Cat.

Nell: It’s understandable. Nobody likes dentists.

Me: It’s funny we say Scaredy Cat when cats can actually be quite fierce.

Nell: Cats are bold, not brave like dogs. It’s all about them.

Me: Do you have Cat Guardians up there?

Nell: Of course we do. They’re a disgrace.

Me: What do you mean?

Nell: They hardly watch over their loved ones at all.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: They can’t be bothered.

Me: Do they spend their time pushing things off clouds?

Nell: What are you talking about?

Me: Never mind.

Nell: Now, you must make sure you eat and drink before your appointment.

Me: I know. The dentist told me. Herr Hoffmann is making me porridge for breakfast.

Nell: A very good idea.

Me: Dave is having a bowl of porridge, too. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.

Nell: Why? He’s not having a wisdom tooth removed.

Me: He wants to show his support.

Nell: What about Harriet?

Me: She’s going to lick the bowl.

Nell: That doesn’t seem fair.

Me: Harriet’s on a diet.

Nell: I see. Has The Cat found David’s feathered hat?

Me: Yes. He’s been wearing it around the house.

Nell: Don’t let him wear it in the rain, please. There’s nothing worse than a soggy feather.

Me: It’s actually sunny today, Nell.

Nell: I know. The Weather Guardians told me the next few days are going to be much brighter.

Me: Did you wish for sun for me?

Nell: That’s what Guardians do.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

Nell: Why is David wearing that ridiculous ring on his head again?

Me: He loves it.

Nell: Harriet doesn’t seem impressed.

Me: She isn’t.

Nell: Did you find David’s feathered hat?

Me: I asked The Cat and it said it would see if it can find it when it has a moment.

Nell: Is it busy?

Me: Very. It’s in charge of costumes for The Beefy Halloween Ball.

Nell: There will be a lot of sequins and feather boas if The Cat is in charge.

Me: I know. How are the preparations going for Poppy’s Pirate Party?

Nell: She’s been busy baking.

Me: Scones?

Nell: Of course and lots of sausage rolls.

Me: I love a good sausage roll.

Nell: Some of the Guardians are vegans which she finds extremely annoying as she has to change the filling.

Me: They sell amazing vegan sausage rolls in Totnes. Kev loves them.

Nell: I won’t tell Poppy that Kev’s turned vegan.

Me: He hasn’t turned vegan, Nell. Although he was a vegetarian for years.

Nell: Anyway, there’s going to be more than enough food here for everyone.

Me: I expect there will be fish at the Beefy Ball.

Nell: Yes.

Me: And chips. Seagulls love chips.

Nell: They love anything they can steal.

Me: Kev and I are going to have a quiet weekend.

Nell: I very much doubt that. Last year the village children were out in force and I expect they will be again.

Me: It was lovely seeing all the costumes and smiley faces.

Nell: I remember. The bell never stopped ringing.

Me: I think they enjoyed the fact we have a real bell outside. I’ll miss your grumpy bark.

Nell: No, you won’t. You’ll be far too busy handing out sweets.

Me: I will miss it, Nell. Sorry.

Nell: Has the rain finally stopped?

Me: Yes, and yesterday there was a little rainbow over the Puppies on their walk.

Nell: You know it wasn’t a real rainbow, don’t you?

Me: It’s good enough for me.

Nell: Fine.

Me: I’m trying to find my pocketful of happiness each day again.

Nell: I’d say you have way more than a pocketful.

Me: I agree. Especially if the latest rumours are true.

Nell: What rumours?

Me: Knitwear Wolf’s coming home.

Nell: This is excellent news.

Me: I thought you’d like it.

Nell: When?

Me: We don’t know, but very soon.

Nell: I need a date. Soon isn’t good enough.

Me: I expect he’ll want to celebrate Halloween in Canada. It’s very big over there.

Nell: It’s very big up here, too.

Me: Is it?

Nell: Poppy’s organising a Pirate Party and the Guardians are fighting over the tickets. No vote, no ticket.

Me: Vote?

Nell: For Guardian General. If you vote for Poppy you get a ticket.

Me: Is that legal?

Nell: Absolutely not, but she doesn’t care.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: The votes won’t count, of course, but she’s having fun and getting her name out there.

Me: I hope Stephen Seagull isn’t doing something similar with The Beefy Halloween Ball.

Nell: Gathering votes? For what?

Me: Mayor of Kingsbridge.

Nell: Are they looking for a new mayor?

Me: Yes.

Nell: Why didn’t you tell me?

Me: You’re a Guardian, Nell. You can’t be mayor.

Nell: I can’t. But David can.

Me: I suppose he could.

Nell: Where is his feathered hat?

Me: I think it’s in The Cat’s dressing-up box.

Nell: He needs to fetch it now.

Me: Why?

Nell: David must go to the ball as a mayor. Stop dithering and go and tell him.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

Me: Look at darling Marvin in the autumn leaves in Toronto.

Nell: There are certainly a lot of them.

Me: It’s mayoral election day there today.

Nell: Will Marvin be voting?

Me: Dogs can’t vote, Nell.

Nell: Don’t be silly.

Me: They can’t.

Nell: David was the Mayor of Kingsbridge for years.

Me: Except he wasn’t.

Nell: Yes, he was. You saw the Mayoral Chain and his feathered hat.

Me: He was for a while.

Nell: And could be again if he put his mind to it.

Me: Do you have elections up there?

Nell: Of course. Poppy is running for Guardian General.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: She won’t win.

Me: Why not?

Nell: She doesn’t have a beard.

Me: Does she need one?

Nell: The last Guardian General was a Bearded Collie and the one before that was a Giant Schnauzer.

Me: Do they change regularly?

Nell: The beards? Not really, apart from the occasional trim.

Me: No. The Guardian Generals?

Nell: They do. You don’t want one animal serving for too long.

Me: Do they have eyebrows?

Nell: Yes, and four legs and a tail.

Me: Very droll. I just wondered if eyebrows were a thing. Dave has long, wispy eyebrows.

Nell: David was an excellent mayor.

Me: He was, but I think he’s happy being retired.

Nell: Retired?

Me: Leading a quieter life.

Nell: Utter nonsense. David loves nothing more than attention.

Me: True. He received a standing ovation for his performance of ‘Singing in the Rain’ at Sunday Songs yesterday.

Nell: I’m not surprised.

Me: Everyone got awfully wet, though.

Nell: Were the llamas wearing Wellington boots?

Me: Yes, and twirling umbrellas.

Nell: Good grief.

Me: I think Poppy would make a fierce Guardian General.

Nell: Which is exactly why she shouldn’t be elected.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

Nell: David looks seriously disgruntled. Has something happened to annoy him?

Me: I’m afraid we’ve run out of bacon.

Nell: No bacon?

Me: Yes. None.

Nell: On a Sunday?

Me: I know.

Nell: Saturdays and Sundays are Bacon Days.

Me: Not this Sunday.

Nell: I’m shocked.

Me: I can tell.

Nell: How did this happen?

Me: Herr Hoffmann used the last of the bacon in his Quiche Lorraine.

Nell: Why was he making a quiche? Sunday is a roast day.

Me: He’s taken Frau Hoffmann up to London for the weekend.

Nell: And?

Me: So we’re having the quiche for lunch.

Nell: Excuse me? Quiche for Sunday lunch in October?

Me: With salad.

Nell: Salad on a wet and windy day?

Me: We’ll heat it up in the oven.

Nell: No wonder David is disgruntled. No bacon and no roast.

Me: I’m sure Sunday Songs will cheer him up. It’s all about Stormy Weather.

Nell: Oh good.

Me: He’s dancing to ‘Singing in the Rain’ with the llamas.

Nell: He doesn’t look like he’s about to dance.

Me: He’ll be fine after a couple of boiled eggs and some hot buttered toast.

Nell: I’m not so sure.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: What’s happened now?

Me: I think Herr Hoffmann might have used the last of the eggs making the quiche.

Nell: This is outrageous.

Me: I suppose I could ask someone to pop over to the farm for some fresh ones.

Nell: Or you could put on your raincoat and Wellington boots and go and get them yourself?

Me: Yes, and I could take Dave with me.

Nell: Or you could go alone?

Me: A walk isn’t a walk without a dog, Nell.

Nell: And Sunday isn’t Sunday without a good breakfast. Off you pop. Chop chop.

Me: Yes. Sorry.