Sunday love

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.

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