Nell: Who is that?

Me: Well, you know I have been a bit down.

Nell: Yes, we discussed the situation and I was kind.

Me: You were.

Nell: I’m still waiting to know about that strange animal.

Me: He’s not a strange animal Nell. He’s a baby Labrador.

Nell: With mud on his head.

Me: He had Weetabix on his head the time before.

Nell: What do you mean “the time before”?

Me: I’ve visited him a few times.

Nell: What!

Me: At the stables where you were born.

Nell: What!

Me: He’s your nephew. Your sister Maisie is his mother.

Nell: Ah, just a family visit then.

Me: Sort of.

Nell: There is more?

Me: He’s called Dave.

Nell: That’s a ridiculous name. What was Maisie thinking!

Me: I like it.

Nell: Go on. There’s more. I can tell.

Me: The thing is…

Nell: Spit it out for goodness sake. 

Me: He’s coming to live with us.

Nell: I beg your pardon.

Me: Dave is coming to us with…

Nell: With what? A fanfare?

Me: With his little sister Harriet 

Nell: His little sister Harriet!

Me: Yes.

Nell: This conversation will continue.

Me: I know.

Nell: The days of kindness are over. Things will be said.

Me: Yes.

Nell: Dave and Harriet.

Me: Yes.

Nell: I’m expecting a photo of Harriet.

Me: I will post one next time.

Nell: I knew that.

Me: Of course you did. Sorry.

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