Me: The puppies are panting again.
Nell: Of course they are. They need to regulate their temperature.
Me: Ah yes. We sweat. You pant.
Nell: Ladies don’t sweat. They perspire.
Me: You sound like my grandmother.
Nell: A wise lady no doubt.
Me: The llamas keep humming. Do you think they are nervous about something?
Me: I often hum when I’m nervous.
Nell: You hum when you’re happy and also when you’re concentrating.
Me: Let’s hope the llamas are happy then.
Nell: I wouldn’t worry about it. Everybody knows llamas hum.
Me: Actually Nell, we didn’t know that until someone told us yesterday.
Nell: There you are then.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: Now you know they hum you can hear it. They’ve always been humming but until you knew you never noticed.
Me: You might have a point there. It’s like ants. Once I’ve seen one I see them everywhere.
Nell: That’s because they are everywhere. Ants march in armies. If you want to know about them just ask Henry and Horst.
Me: Do woodlice eat ants?
Nell: Certainly not. They are vegetarians.
Me: Apparently ants are quite tasty on a salad, or honey buttered.
Nell: Honey buttered ants? The only thing I want honey buttered is a slice of toast, or possibly a crumpet.
Me: I agree. Can you believe it’s June already? The puppies will be 3 this month and Poppy will be 7. Where does time go?
Nell: I don’t know, but we need to make the most of it. Have you done your morning exercises yet?
Me: No. I missed Glide with Gladys because I was writing.
Nell: Well, that simply won’t do. You have to maintain your fitness. What does Gladys always say?
Me: ‘You mustn’t let the Glide slide.’ Sorry.