Morning Kisses and Cuddles

Nell: What a lovely photo. Hasn’t Faye grown?

Me: Yes, and Jonathan is such a caring big brother.

Nell: Of course.

Me: It’s so lovely to have them here. Lots of kisses and cuddles.

Nell: Harriet and Poppy are the same. David is still moody. He refuses to believe you’ll be back this afternoon.

Me: My darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. By the way, you’re not going to believe this.

Nell: Oh dear.

Me: We looked out of the hotel bedroom and guess what we saw?

Nell: A plane?

Me: No. A penguin in a tree.

Nell: Penguins don’t climb trees.

Me: With a film camera. What a coincidence is that?

Nell: It’s not a coincidence. A penguin hasn’t randomly chosen a tree outside your hotel window to do some filming. It must have followed you.

Me: Really?

Nell: Was it wearing a hat?

Me: Yes. A rather nice knitted one. I wondered if it was from Knitwear Wolf’s new range.

Nell: That’s immaterial. Anyway, we have some news.

Me: Have you found The Hunter?

Nell: You’ve only been gone a day. No. David was chatting to the penguin.

Me: What about?

Nell: Not a lot, to be honest, as it only appears to know one word.

Me: What is it?

Nell: Cool. David said they had quite a long conversation before he realised it hadn’t actually understood anything he’d said.

Me: Why?

Nell: It only understands Swedish.

Me: How do you know?

Nell: Now, this might surprise you, but Joyce can speak a little Swedish.

Me: Excuse me?

Nell: When she saw a Beefy feeding the penguin a mackerel she thought it was worth a try.

Me: There is something very fishy about this.

Nell: Do stop. Just bring them home. We’re waiting for you all.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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