Me: What were you thinking about down at South Milton Sands, Nell?
Nell: Life. Love.
Me: Deep thoughts. The sea does that to me, too.
Nell: And Lettuce.
Nell: Yes. I don’t see the point of it. Why ruin a perfectly good sandwich?
Me: I really like lettuce. I could eat it every day.
Nell: And don’t get me started on cucumber. Slimy stuff. As for tomatoes.
Me: What brought this on?
Nell: Poppy and I were discussing summer sandwiches and she wondered if she needed to start adding salad.
Me: It’s an idea.
Nell: Well, it’s one I have knocked firmly on the head. Egg and cress is acceptable at a pinch but the minute you start adding salady stuff your sandwiches go soggy.
Me: True. Nobody likes a soggy sandwich.
Nell: You know The Cat suggested edible glitter?
Me: In a sandwich?
Nell: In the bread. It said it will make your sandwich sparkle like the sun on the sea.
Me: I rather like that idea.
Nell: Ridiculous nonsense. We’ll be having sandwiches as fashion accessories next.
Me: How awful. Did you know they were going to choose Archie Harrison, by the way?
Nell: Of course I did. Meghan, Harry and I were in discussion for months.
Me: It’s certainly unusual.
Nell: Harrison means son of Harry and they both love the name Archie. Personally, I think that is a good enough reason for anyone.
Me: I agree.
Nell: Master Archie may not have the title of Prince but that’s what he will be for those who love him.
Me: Just like you are our queen.
Nell: I have no need of a title. I am your Nell and always will be. That’s enough for me.
Me: It’s enough for me, too. Sorry.