Me: I love the way Harriet has found a little bit of sun, even on a cold winter’s day.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: It’s like life really. Search for the sunlight.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Look for the sun in everyone.
Nell: Right, that will do thank you very much.
Me: What?
Nell: There are more than enough sunbeams heading your way and they are arriving tomorrow.
Me: Do you mean Alice and Jonathan Sky?
Nell: Of course I do. Now, have you organised their room?
Me: Kev is going to do that. I’ve sorted out the bedding.
Nell: Poppy has been baking since the early morning and Malcolm has made a fresh batch of macarons.
Me: Good. They haven’t tasted Malcolm’s macarons yet.
Nell: Unlike David who was caught this morning with a macaron in his mouth.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: And he isn’t the only culprit. I found macaron crumbs in my handbag.
Me: I’m surprised at you, Nell. I wouldn’t have thought of you as a thief.
Nell: Not me. Gladys. Honestly.
Me: Of course.
Nell: Have you cleaned George and filled him up?
Me: If people didn’t know my car was called George they might wonder about that remark.
Nell: I think people are way past wondering about anything you write.
Me: Probably. Anyway, I’m taking George into town today to get him ready.
Nell: Good. Now if you see any Beefies in a long black wig don’t mention it to David.
Me: Why?
Nell: There was an altercation with a group of them last night resulting in the theft of David’s wig and feather boa.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: John the Doberman spotted one wearing the wig down at the harbour and my friend Muriel the Mastiff at the newsagents said another one was wearing a feather boa when it came to collect the morning paper.
Me: How rude. Whoever heard of a seagull in a black wig? It just wouldn’t look right and why would they need a feather boa? They have feathers already.
Nell: That is not the point. They are trying to provoke David. We aren’t discussing fashion statements.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
