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.
