Nell: Well, that was invigorating.
Me: Yes. Walking by the sea is good for the soul. As you always say: “In rain, or shine, the beach is fine. I think about it all the time.”
Nell: I most certainly do not. Stop getting carried away and putting words in my mouth.
Me: But you do love it.
Nell: I do. It always blows away the cobwebs and if you follow your walk with a fish finger sandwich, or a sizzling sausage at the Beachhouse, then all the better.
Me: Did you have to inspect the kitchen though, Nell?
Nell: I like to check everything is up to standard.
Me: You like to check on the sausages, you mean.
Nell: Jonathan and I enjoyed them enormously. I ate a little of your fish but it didn’t have the piquancy of our dish.
Me: Yes. Jonathan does enjoy tomato ketchup. After all that running you certainly deserved a good lunch.
Nell: Alice’s ball throwing skills are not up to Kev’s but still very acceptable.
Me: What about mine?
Nell: Shall we just gloss over yours? Remember the throwing the Wellington boot incident?
Me: It wasn’t my finest hour,
Nell: You hit yourself on the head.
Me: I didn’t know it would go backwards.
Nell: Let’s leave the throwing to Kev and Alice shall we? She may not throw far but at least the ball goes in the right direction.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
