Me: Look at you smiling away.
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.
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.