Me: You look exhausted.
Nell: This time they have gone too far.
Me: Who?
Nell: The farm dogs of course. Wretched paparazzi.
Me: Excuse me?
Nell: I was enjoying a quiet breakfast when I looked out of the window and there they were.
Me: Where?
Nell: In our garden.
Me: Goodness me!
Nell: Cameras at the ready.
Me: No!
Nell: Oh yes. Snapping away like there’s no tomorrow. Dreadful animals.
Me: What did you do?
Nell: Poppy is Head of Security, as you may know, and fortunately she was with me at the time.
Me: Yes.
Nell: She had just dipped her soldier into her boiled egg and it was perfect so she was particularly annoyed at the disturbance.
Me: I hate it when you have to leave a dippy egg. So annoying.
Nell: Exactly. Anyway, she grabbed her sword and was off.
Me: Did she get them?
Nell: The villains jumped the fence and ran. I suspect those reporters at Hot Dog are behind this. Trashy gossip is all they print and those farm dogs will do anything for money.
Me: Maybe we should buy a copy just to check you aren’t in it.
Nell: How dare you even suggest it. Hot Dog is not coming in to my house. I can’t expose the puppies to such rubbish.
Me: Yes, sorry.
