Me: Is Dave still asleep?
Nell: Yes, with a smile on his face.
Me: Well, Sally turning up like that was a wonderful surprise.
Nell: I don’t think Rhubarb would agree with you.
Me: No. She looked a little crestfallen.
Nell: Yes. Our Canadian Bernese appears to have developed rather a crush on David.
Me: And Sally is such a classic beauty. She can be a little intimidating. She reminds me of Grace Kelly.
Nell: You mean the Golden who married that Prince?
Me: Personally, I wouldn’t have referred to her as a Golden but, yes the Hollywood film star.
Nell: I wouldn’t have referred to her as a film star. She’s a pretty Golden Retriever from Torquay who fell in love with a pug called Prince. She might have done some acting, I suppose.
Me: Never mind. Dave is happy which is the main thing.
Nell: Kev enjoyed his party, didn’t he? Although Knitwear Wolf spoilt the ambience. Who arrives at a party in a knitted caftan carrying a fish?
Me: He caught it himself.
Nell: It was just a mackerel.
Me: It’s the thought that counts. I must say I’m aching a bit today.
Nell: I told you not to go on that trampoline. At your age and with your little legs.
Me: It reminded me of my youth on the Isle of Wight. My sisters and I would go to Ryde and bounce on the trampolines.
Nell: Well, I’m sorry but your bouncing days are over. Have you seen Henry?
Me: The woodlouse?
Nell: Yes, What other Henry do we know? David was looking for him. Is he hiding in the downstairs facilities again?
Me: Yes, he was half way up the wall which is unusual.
Nell: Henry gets around. Never underestimate a woodlouse.
Me: No. Sorry.
