Me: Poor Terry.
Nell: David simply takes it too far.
Me: He’s a Big Beautiful Affectionate Boy.
Nell: You can’t just climb on to someone like that. Uninvited.
Me: He was so pleased to see Terry again.
Nell: Mutley and Harriet know how to behave. Wait quietly for stroking with head bowed.
Me: Dave’s not very good at waiting.
Nell: No. He really isn’t.
Me: How do you feel about a visit to Widecombe Fair today? The weather is looking good.
Nell: Where is it?
Me: Up on Dartmoor. You’ve been there before. You might even see Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
Nell: What are you talking about? I don’t have an Uncle Tom Cobley and who are all? The Welsh Corgi choir?
Me: No. It’s a song, Nell. Although they might be there come to think of it.
Nell: Those corgis get everywhere. They were busking at Covent Garden a few days ago.
Me: Goodness me.
Nell: They borrowed the Whippets Institute minibus and off they went.
Me: Did they visit The Queen while they were in London? Only she has a soft spot for corgis.
Nell: One does not simply turn up on The Queen’s doorstep, corgi or not. The mere idea.
Me: By the way, have you heard anything from Meghan and Harry recently?
Nell: Naturally. Meghan and I swap stories about Archie and Rainbow all the time.
Me: Rainbow?
Nell: Your granddaughter. Formerly known as Baby Snail, actually called Faye Raine and now known as Rainbow.
Me: Yes, I know but why are you swapping stories?
Nell: They are almost the same age. May babies. Rainbow has a little red in her hair too.
Me: Have you seen Archie then?
Nell: Of course I have. I am his dogmother after all.
Me: I didn’t know. Sorry.
