Nell: What a beautiful photo. Jonathan Sky certainly loves his little sister Faye Raine.
Me: He does. It is wonderful to see.
Nell: Yes. I always appreciate the love between David and Harriet.
Me: They look out for each other don’t they?
Nell: David gave her his last boiled egg this morning.
Me: Did he have two then?
Nell: No, three, but he only ate two.
Me: He is a caring boy. Did he share his soldiers?
Nell: Don’t be silly. You know there are never enough soldiers when you have a dippy egg.
Me: True.
Nell: So what have you been doing?
Me: I swam in the lake.
Nell: Any Beefies about?
Me: No. We are nowhere near the sea here. I didn’t know they were active abroad.
Nell: Of course they are. Sally says you need to be on the lookout. There have been Beefy sightings across Europe.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: They disguise themselves as locals. Onions round their necks in France, castanets in Spain and sausages in Germany.
Me: We are having a barbecue this afternoon so a few more sausages would be welcome.
Nell: Don’t be silly. You wouldn’t want to touch a Beefy’s sausage. You don’t know where it’s been.
Me: Seagulls are going to stand out here.
Nell: They are heavily disguised. I’m talking fake moustaches, long wigs and wide brimmed hats, not to mention the obligatory sunglasses.
Me: Not exactly discreet then?
Nell: Beefies don’t do discreet. You should know that by now. Contact me if you spot one and don’t engage in conversation. They are easily annoyed.
Me: In English, or German?
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: Do I talk to them in English, or German?
Nell: You don’t. I just told you not to. Anyway, Beefies don’t speak other languages, they have enough difficulty with their own.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
