Work harder, Buddy

Me: Look at Dave hanging out with the roofers.

Nell: Yes. David is an excellent Roofing Liaison Officer.

Me: He is such a dear friendly boy.

Nell: I can’t believe the cheek of Walter Pigeon, though. Wretched bird. He keeps saying: ‘Work harder, Buddy’. Over and over.

Me: He’s local. Everyone is ‘Buddy’ in Devon.

Nell: That’s not the point. The roofers are just having an ice cream break and I’m enjoying the quiet. They don’t need scolding.

Me: Dave’s been busy.

Nell: David is on tidying up duties today. He is helping the roofers collect the debris.

Me: He’s certainly got his oomph back.

Nell: Yes. A young animal needs to be occupied. Fortunately Harriet is busy writing.

Me: Fiction?

Nell: No. Observations. It’s something she’s doing for Sally. There have been some odd comings and goings at the Big House recently.

Me: Is she spying?

Nell: We try not to use that word.

Me: Is Walter Pigeon the suspect?

Nell: Walter Pigeon is a nuisance.

Me: Is it the visiting ferrets then?

Nell: Jill and Hob Henderson? They’re usually asleep to be honest. The Cat says they need 15 hours a day.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: Mind you, when they’re awake you should see the dancing and dooking.

Me: Don’t you mean ducking and diving?

Nell: No. Dooking is the sound they make. You must have heard of the ferret war dance. It reminds me of Poppy when she’s had too many espressos.

Me: She can be very jittery.

Nell: I’ve told her to change to decaf but she won’t listen.

Me: I wish you would tell me what’s going on.

Nell: Take a biscuit out of Harriet’s bowl and just observe.

Me: You mean a leaf out of her book.

Nell: I most certainly do not. Leave her notebook alone. It’s for Sally’s eyes only.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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