Me: It’s a bit of a grey day.
Nell: I’ve told you before. You need to go down to the sea. Poppy and I are invigorated. There is nothing like salty sea fur.
Me: I did paddle accidentally.
Nell: Yes. We shall go again later and remember to take your shoes off next time.
Me: Yes.
Nell: Now, Ron Gilbert is making excellent progress with the decorating at the cafe.
Me: Good.
Nell: He is actually rather creative under that gruff Great Dane exterior. He and The Cat had quite an argument about colours. He favours duck egg blue and The Cat is leaning towards turquoise.
Me: Did the Australian cattle dogs join in?
Nell: Of course not. They don’t care about which shade of blue the doors are. They are far too busy sawing things in half and climbing ladders.
Me: No. It’s all about throwing another shrimp on the barbie with them.
Nell: I don’t know what you are talking about. There is no point in barbecuing shrimps they are far too small. You need a good sized prawn, or a lobster, preferably marinated or brushed with garlic butter.
Me: What if you don’t like fish?
Nell: Then have a sausage. Why are we discussing barbecues anyway? It’s the wrong time of year and I was talking about decorating.
Me: Yes.
Nell: As we are discussing food, Poppy thinks flapjacks are a good idea so I thought I might catch two terriers with one lead and teach you how to make them.
Me: Don’t you mean kill two birds with one stone?
Nell: No. Why on earth would I want to kill a bird. I’m not keen on the Beefies but violence is definitely not the answer. Stop changing the subject.
Me: I don’t cook sweet things.
Nell: You are going to learn and be thankful. Poppy doesn’t normally share her recipes with anyone.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
