Prince Harry

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.

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