Nell: What are you doing here?
Me: I live here.
Nell: You don’t live in The Barn, though.
Me: No. But I saw you lurking and I thought I’d check.
Nell: Lurking? Labradors never lurk. We wait. Patiently.
Me: And stare. You’re ever so good at staring.
Nell: If you’re talking about Showing an Interest then I agree. We are exceptionally skilled at that.
Me: Especially when food is around. Anyway, why are you here?
Nell: David, Henry and Knitwear Wolf are mediating with Myfanwy and the others.
Me: Don’t you mean meditating because the llamas love it?
Nell: No. Mediating, as in talking. And talking of llamas I expect you’ve seen that video of the Welsh llamas in Pembrokeshire.
Me: Delivering food to the self isolating? It’s a wonderful idea.
Nell: Yes. Knitwear Wolf is going to suggest it to our llamas. He has some soft shawls he would like to donate.
Me: How did the zoom meeting go yesterday?
Nell: It turned out to be rather hairy.
Me: Well, it would be with the llamas, Seamus, two corgis and a big fat spider.
Nell: I meant unpleasant, as you well know. David was pretending to be asleep so Henry could listen and he was doing really well until someone started cooking bacon.
Me: I know the larger animals like a bacon sandwich but that was insensitive.
Nell: Well, David sat up and Henry fell off.
Me: Oh no.
Nell: And then Lady Anwen started shouting about vile interlopers.
Me: How rude. My Big Brave Beautiful Boy could never be vile. Was he upset?
Nell: No. He was sharing a bacon sandwich with Monty.
Me: What happened to the zoom meeting?
Nell: Everyone left except Sidney.
Me: Why?
Nell: Because he lives in The Barn.
Me: Oh yes. Sorry.
