Me: So what was in the treasure chest?
Nell: Well, the usual, of course. Jewellery, pieces of eight and some gold dogbloons.
Nell: David ate one which worried us for a moment until we realised it was a golden biscuit.
Me: Anything else?
Nell: A signed edition of Westie Wolfenthal’s Amazing Recipes which made Poppy squeal with delight as she loves his food.
Me: I don’t think I know him.
Nell: He wears strange glasses and runs the Fat Pug in Barkshire. A talented chef but slightly eccentric. One never knows if his trifle is going to be sweet or savoury.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: The more unusual treasure, however, was at the bottom of the chest.
Me: What was it?
Nell: Dirty socks. Lots of them. Well worn and all singles.
Me: Goodness me. Is that where they went?
Me: I don’t think I would call that treasure.
Nell: You are not a dog. These were collected by the famous pirate Calico Jack Russell over many years. Quite fascinating.
Me: I’ll be very glad to have you home. Alice and Jonathan leave tomorrow.
Nell: I know. You will be sad but remember you have us and so many exciting times ahead that you haven’t even thought of yet. We are bringing you some treasure too, by the way.
Me: You are?
Nell: Licks and cuddles. We thought you might like them. Now pull yourself together and put the kettle on. We shall be needing tea and lots of it. They will be back before you know it.
Me: Yes, sorry.