Going home

Me: What are the puppies doing?

Nell: Waiting for you, of course.

Me: I haven’t even left Berlin yet, Nell.

Nell: I know but they insisted. They have no concept of time and they love the excitement. So how was the evacuation?

Me: Extremely long. There was a problem with the second bomb so we didn’t get the all clear until after 7pm.

Nell: Well, we had a few problems here too, starting with David and Gladys.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: They were not quiet. They ate most of the pancakes and used up all of Chris’s maple syrup. Not all of it on the pancakes I might add.

Me: I expect it was by mistake.

Nell: Nonsense. Then Poppy got stuck in my handbag and lost some fur getting out of it.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: And Malcolm had to be airlifted from the roof.

Me: By helicopter?

Nell: No, by Count Bingo.

Me: Poor Malcolm. What happened?

Nell: He simply couldn’t move. Count Bingo was awfully kind and gave him a few prawns on the way down.

Me: What about Mutley and The Cat?

Nell: Surfing is not for them. They took one look at the waves and decided a massage at the hotel spa was a much better idea.

Me: I’m on their side. And did you do any barking?

Nell: I tried a couple of barks but my heart wasn’t in it so I had a cup of tea and a scone with Charlie instead.

Me: I quite understand.

Nell: Now you will be feeling low at having to say goodbye to Alice and the children but they will be visiting us in a few months.

Me: Yes. Are you coming to the station with Kev?

Nell: Of course I am. Especially when you’ve had some difficult goodbyes. You and me. Always. Remember?

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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