Beach Babe

Me: Look at you smiling away.

Nell: Yes.

Me: You beach babe.

Nell: Don’t be silly.

Me: It was such fun on the beach yesterday.

Nell: It was.

Me: Just us and the sea.

Nell: Perfect.

Me: The wind in our hair and the sun on our faces.

Nell: Calm down.

Me: Such a shame it was the last time until October.

Nell: I beg your pardon.

Me: No dogs are allowed from May to October. We have to use the other beach.

Nell: That’s outrageous! Segregation and discrimination. I am talking to our MP.

Me: You knew about it, Nell. We’ve been there in the summer.

Nell: This is unacceptable. To be banned from my own beach.

Me: It isn’t actually yours, Nell.

Nell: You could have reminded me. You know David will just run over to our old beach, don’t you?

Me: Yes, I’m not sure what to do about it.

Nell: If David ends up shot or imprisoned it will be your fault.

Me: Nobody is going to get shot, Nell.

Nell: I brought those puppies up to be free spirits.

Me: There is no point in trying, Nell.

Nell: If you never try you will never know. Anyway, I don’t have time to chat to you. There’s a picket line to organise and canvassing to be done.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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