Me: My goodness, that red haired retriever has a thing about you.
Nell: I beg your pardon.
Me: You know. The one who looks like Prince Harry.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: You didn’t have to be so mean to him.
Nell: He was dashing all over the beach showing off. Boxing with David and generally misbehaving. His swimming skills are dreadful.
Me: He was just trying to get your attention. The young knight wooing the beautiful princess.
Nell: I worry about you sometimes. This writing thing is making you very giddy. That young whippersnapper is not a prince and I am most definitely not a princess.
Me: But you are in Harry’s eyes. You are his beautiful Meghan.
Nell: Unbelievable. If he was a prince, and I can’t believe I just said that, he would not get anywhere by jumping on her.
Me: Yes, that was a bit forward. I’m not surprised you told him off. He was shocked.
Nell: It had to be done. It is all about boundaries as I have been teaching David and Harriet.
Me: He watches you from afar now, you know.
Nell: Fine with me. Afar is where he is staying.
Me: Poor young Harry pining for his princess.
Nell: If I was anything, it would be Queen, as you well know.
Me: Of course. Sorry.
