Me: Well, I think our visitors were definitely made to feel welcome.
Nell: David took it too far, again.
Me: He is just an affectionate Big Darling Boy.
Nell: He stood on the Canadians.
Me: They didn’t mind.
Nell: Shel was in pain at one point.
Me: Only a little.
Nell: Harriet did her best but once David decides to get involved there is little anyone can do.
Me: You enjoyed your ear rub with Jaime.
Nell: Yes, she is a lovely girl and she made time for a quiet cuddle with Mutley.
Me: And Dave.
Nell: Yes. That young animal has an excess of affection.
Me: You can’t have an excess of affection in my book.
Nell: You weren’t being stood on. Goodness only knows what is in your book.
Me: If you don’t know, Nell, then nobody does.
Nell: Now, today’s plans involve lunch by the sea and a cream tea later.
Me: Lovely.
Nell: You will wear a scarf at all times so your neck is kept warm.
Me: Ok. Bossy Boots.
Nell: I shall ignore that, but talking of boots, Wellingtons might be wise in this weather.
Me: Are you coming with us?
Nell: Of course. Who do you think is navigating? You can’t rely on PatNav around here. It has a mind of its own. The Whippets Institute minibus ended up in a farmyard.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Did you hear the news about Alejandro’s fleece?
Me: No.
Nell: It’s been stolen and now several Beefies have been spotted wearing soft, woollen scarves.
Me: You told me to wear a scarf today so you can’t really blame them for wrapping up. It must be cold on those cliffs.
Nell: That’s not the point. The scarves are made from alpaca wool.
Me: Oh, I see. Sorry.
