Me: I think this photo says it all really.
Nell: What do you mean?
Me: Sticking your tongue out at Martyn the Photographer when he was such a friendly man.
Nell: He took my ball.
Me: Plonking your legs out in an ‘I’m not moving’ stance.
Nell: Plonking? I never plonk. Is that even a word?
Me: Well, you plonked yesterday.
Nell: He expected me to sit on a table.
Me: That was only for the studio photos.
Nell: I’m used to soft sofas and armchairs.
Me: It wasn’t for long.
Nell: And he turned all the lights out except for that dentist light.
Me: It was special lighting. We had a lovely walk around the gardens with him before that.
Nell: Yes, but we kept stopping and I was asked to gaze into your eyes.
Me: You just had to glance at me once, or twice. You were supposed to look as if you were listening.
Nell: You can have a conversation without gazing at someone like a lovesick llama.
Me: Talking of llamas, Alejandro was looking for you.
Nell: Oh yes. That will be about the jousting.
Me: Jousting?
Nell: Yes. Gladys has challenged Poppy. David and Alejandro have offered to be their noble steeds and carry them on their backs.
Me: I’ve heard it all now.
Nell: We are trying to organise a couple of lances. Count Bingo thinks he might have some in the attic.
Me: As one does.
Nell: Yes. The Cat is in charge of the costumes and the Whippets Institute are providing the bunting.
Me: They’re not going to wear armour are they?
Nell: The Whippets Institute? Certainly not.
Me: I meant Poppy and Gladys.
Nell: Of course they are. Do you want someone to get hurt?
Me: No. You are right. Sorry.
