Harriet is thinking thoughts

Nell: Try not to disturb Harriet, please.

Me: Why?

Nell: She is thinking thoughts.

Me: Oh.

Nell: Everyone needs time alone to think.

Me: Except Dave.

Nell: Yes, David doesn’t do a lot of thinking.

Me: Or The Cat.

Nell: Don’t get me started on The Cat.

Me: Or Gladys.

Nell: We don’t know how much Gladys thinks. It’s difficult to tell.

Me: Because she lives in a handbag, or is it too much fluffy hair?

Nell: What do you mean? You can’t measure someone by the length of their hair.

Me: What about Afghans then?

Nell: If you are talking about David’s friend AJ you can stop right now. He is just not of this world. His vegetables are wonderful, though. Have you seen his allotment?

Me: Yes. I wonder sometimes what else he is growing, if you get my drift.

Nell: Why are you tapping your nose like that? Are your sinuses playing up again?

Me: Never mind.

Nell: Anyway, last night’s enactment was a great success.

Me: Was Dominic Simmons okay?

Nell: Yes. We doused him down with water. Some of his sequins had melted. I said to The Cat that he was supposed to be playing Spot, not Sparkle.

Me: Those Welsh corgis can certainly sing.

Nell: I like the fact that they knit at the same time. Such multitaskers. We’ve all got warm socks now.

Me: Lucky you.

Nell: I think they made you a scarf. Myfanwy said so and she should know.

Me: Do I know Myfanwy?

Nell: Of course you do. Everyone raved about her performance in “The Merry Widow”.

Me: Oh. Do you think we could go and get Harriet now? Only I don’t think she should be overthinking.

Nell: That’s rich coming from you. Leave her be. She will come downstairs when she is ready. And when she is ready, we will be there.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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