Galar da!

Me: What is Dave doing?

Nell: There’s a suspected undercover Beefy in the bushes so David is Keeping an Eye on it.

Me: Are you sure my darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy is the right animal for the job?

Nell: He knows social distancing must be maintained.

Me: Fair enough. Is it speaking in Welsh?

Nell: We don’t know yet.

Me: Talking of Welsh.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: Something is bothering me.

Nell: Wibli Wobli is not a jellyfish.

Me: I never knew you could speak Welsh.

Nell: I can’t.

Me: But you can. You know the words for jellyfish, and bacon, and being bad.

Nell: They just came to me.

Me: The thing is, Nell, that Welsh isn’t really a language that just comes to you.

Nell: What are you trying to say?

Me: Well, I think you might need to consider the possibility, only a small one of course, but still..

Nell: Oh, do get on with it. Mumbling away. ‘Galar da!’

Me: See. You’re doing it again.

Nell: What?

Me: You just said ‘Good grief’ in Welsh.

Nell: Did I? Where did that come?

Me: I’m afraid you might be turning slightly bad.

Nell: I beg your pardon?

Me: Did you find some bacon you haven’t told us about?

Nell: Why?

Me: Harriet said you were licking your lips.

Nell: I had a dry mouth.

Me: You always lick your lips after you’ve eaten something tasty.

Nell: I think David is waving at us.

Me: Stop changing the subject. I think I ought to update Joyce and No Good Boyo.

Nell: There is absolutely no reason to alert the Border Terriers. Lady Anwen was saying to me earlier that I have no need to talk to them.

Me: Lady Anwen? That’s it. I’m telling Joyce. Sorry.

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