Me: You can’t get much better than a Sandy Faced Sunday.
Nell: Does it have to be my photo every time?
Me: You have the best Sandy Face. I think it’s your eyes and your thick bear-like fur.
Nell: My thick bear-like fur? Are you sure that’s Earl Grey you are drinking?
Me: You know what I mean. The puppies have silkier finer fur but yours is thick and wavy.
Nell: Charlie likes it too.
Me: How is he?
Nell: Rather chipper now that Sally’s back.
Me: I knew it.
Nell: You are going to have to pretend you didn’t hear that. She is undercover.
Me: But I did. Does anyone else know?
Nell: You mean apart from everyone who reads this?
Me: It can’t be helped.
Nell: It can actually. Anyway, as you suspected, Jim spotted her and was told not to say anything.
Me: But what about Harriet?
Nell: She has been informed.
Me: That’s why she is in such a good mood. She has been driving Dave crazy doing those pirouettes.
Nell: You mean Turn and Twirl? A clever manoeuvre designed to distract and confuse.
Me: Talking of twirling, how did the Dog Ballet in Torquay go?
Nell: Gladys was a huge success. She danced across the beach wearing a flashing collar surrounded by dogs chasing illuminated balls.
Me: Did Dave join in?
Nell: I’m afraid ballet is not for him. The shoes are all wrong for a start.
Me: I do hope Sally lets him know she is here.
Nell: Charlie says she is going to surprise him at dinner. Poppy is cooking roast beef and everyone is coming.
Me: He will be so happy. Why is she undercover?
Nell: If I knew the answer to that I wouldn’t tell you.
Me: No. Sorry.
