Me: What a perfect early evening’s walk on the beach.
Nell: Yes, there’s nothing better after a long day.
Me: It was a bit of a long day, wasn’t it?
Nell: I certainly don’t want to spend another evening being shouted at by an irate seagull with a wasp on its shoulder.
Me: Yes, it was a bit much.
Nell: It was more than a bit much. Who does Stephen Seagull think he is?
Me: Well, he’s the head of a powerful gang of seagulls called the Beefies.
Nell: That’s not what I meant.
Me: Oh.
Nell: And that whiny little wasp Weston.
Me: Odd name for a wasp.
Nell: Hateful thing.
Me: I agree.
Nell: What on earth have we got to do with bald headed sheep?
Me: I think it’s more of a whole body hair loss.
Nell: I had no idea the Beefies even kept sheep.
Me: Neither did I.
Nell: I’m not interested in sheep.
Me: Jim is.
Nell: He’s a Farm Dog. It’s his job. I’m a pedigree Labrador.
Me: Did you notice Harriet turned a little pale?
Nell: Harriet can’t turn pale. She’s a rich chocolate brown.
Me: No. She looked worried.
Nell: We all look worried. We were trying to eat our fish pie.
Me: Yes, it was an awfully inconvenient time.
Nell: Poppy and I were looking forward to watching Celebrity Masterchef.
Me: Yes, me too.
Nell: David was so worried he ate Susan’s pie by mistake.
Me: It was fine. Malcolm shared his with her. They aren’t big eaters.
Nell: Unlike David. That seagull and his horrid little friend had better not disturb me this evening.
Me: Are you watching the rugby?
Nell: No, it’s Strictly Come Dancing. The rugby is on in the mornings. Do keep up.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
