Nell: David has done it again.
Me: He is just naturally affectionate, Nell.
Nell: He was doing so well greeting Graham with restraint.
Me: Linda was sitting on his lounger.
Nell: Guests have to be treated with respect.
Me: He doesn’t know he’s big. He thinks he’s a lap dog.
Nell: She was trying to read.
Me: Linda didn’t mind.
Nell: Our plans already suffered a last minute change yesterday.
Me: We still had a lovely lunch by the sea.
Nell: A very brief lunch, if you remember, as you had to pursue your career as a celebrity.
Me: It was only a short interview on Radio Devon. They were talking about dogs doing naughty things.
Nell: So you felt the need to contribute?
Me: They’d heard about our conversations and wondered if I had any stories I could share.
Nell: So you did.
Me: Yes, but only a few.
Nell: You betrayed David.
Me: I just said he eats things by mistake.
Nell: Would you like your mistakes to be broadcast to the world?
Me: It wasn’t the world. Anyway, you tell me off all the time.
Nell: No. I try to guide you. It’s different. You get carried away.
Me: Yes, I do.
Nell: Someone has to keep you grounded.
Me: Yes.
Nell: You simply can’t live in a fantasy world.
Me: No. You’re right.
Nell: Now, if anyone needs me I’ll be over at the Big House with The Cat.
Me: Why?
Nell: Knitwear Wolf is refusing to have sequins sewn on to his poncho. He says it’s too tacky.
Me: I’m on his side.
Nell: But sequins are essential for Catwear. Everyone knows that.
Me: Catwear?
Nell: Yes. The Cat has its own fashion line. It’s branching out into wool. Do keep up.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
