Me: Oh dear. I know that face.
Nell: How are you enjoying your retreat?
Me: It was lovely to wake up to the sound of the sea. Time to pause and reflect.
Nell: Not something I will be doing as long as that animal is around.
Me: Are you talking about Handsome?
Nell: I certainly am.
Me: He’s arrived then?
Nell: With a flourish. I can accept the dinner jacket, or tuxedo as he calls it, although I told him the dress code was smart casual, but I don’t want guns in the house.
Me: Quite right, too.
Nell: He said he is never without one but I insisted he deposit it at the front door. This is Devon not Chicago.
Me: He’s from South Carolina.
Nell: That’s not the point. And he keeps asking for dry martinis.
Me: Shaken not stirred?
Nell: Exactly. He insisted on fresh lobster for dinner and then snapped at David for getting it all over him.
Me: It’s easily done. Lobsters are quite difficult to shell.
Nell: Yes they are. Poppy provided hammers but David was a little too vigorous with his.
Me: Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Malcolm helped. He’s an expert with shellfish.
Me: Any sign of the sporran wearing Beefy?
Nell: No. A few of them were wearing kilts and one was playing the bagpipes badly but we ignored them.
Me: Wise decision though probably quite difficult to do.
Nell: It was. Another one threw a haggis at Gladys but she hit it back with her baseball bat.
Me: Does she play then?
Nell: Oh yes, although not usually with a haggis. She scored a home run, though.
Me: Was anyone else playing?
Nell: Yes, we all joined in. You can’t play baseball alone you know.
Me: Of course not. Sorry.
