Me: What are you and Poppy staring at?
Nell: A group of Beefies in rather stylish trench coats carrying handbags.
Me: Of course. Silly me.
Nell: They were obviously from the new Birdberry range.
Me: You would think it would be difficult to fly in a trench coat, wouldn’t you?
Nell: They wear belts you know.
Me: I didn’t know.
Nell: You can’t wear a trench coat without a belt. Do keep up.
Me: I’m surprised they need handbags.
Nell: I think they only use the bags for mackerel which is a crying shame.
Me: It certainly is.
Nell: But what can you do?
Me: Not a lot I suspect.
Nell: No.
Me: Some of the conversations we have are a little strange, aren’t they?
Nell: No. Why?
Me: Discussing seagulls wearing trench coats carrying mackerel in handbags.
Nell: I see nothing strange in that. Have you seen Henry and Horst today?
Me: No.
Nell: They are wearing berets and smocks.
Me: Why?
Nell: Timothy says they have discovered their inner artist.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Quite. They are talking about holding an exhibition of their work.
Me: It won’t be a very big one.
Nell: No. They need a much larger body of work before they can even think of exhibiting.
Me: That’s not what I meant, but you are right.
Nell: Of course I am.
Me: Any news on Dave’s invitation to the Palace?
Nell: No. There was no post yesterday so we are hoping to hear today. David needs some good news.
Me: My poor Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Well, that’s just showing off.
Me: What is?
Nell: Those Beefies in berets and moustaches. Ridiculous.
Me: Are they wearing smocks, too?
Nell: No. They are wearing trench coats. I told you that before.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
