Nell: If you could stop cuddling David for a moment I have something to tell you.
Me: Oh dear. Look at my greying hair.
Nell: Never mind that now. We are all struggling with lockdown hair at the moment. You don’t hear me complain.
Me: Can’t Dave and I cuddle and listen? You know how much we enjoy our morning cuddles. It sets us up for the day.
Nell: No you can’t. I need your full attention.
Me: Ok. I’m all ears.
Nell: Don’t be silly. Even rabbits aren’t all ears.
Me: It’s just a saying. I’m listening.
Nell: Our Penguin is wearing a velvet beret.
Me: Really? What colour?
Nell: Burgundy. But that’s not the point.
Nell: There’s more and you’re not going to believe this.
Me: I just might.
Nell: Gladys was seen getting into a Rolls Royce down at the quay.
Me: A Rolls Royce? You don’t see many of those around here.
Nell: Quite. Especially driven by an Irish Wolfhound.
Me: Now that is unusual.
Nell: Wearing a chauffeur’s cap.
Me: I definitely haven’t seen that before. Do we know where she went?
Nell: Of course we don’t. You can’t know where someone has gone until they come back.
Me: True. Was Gladys wearing velvet?
Nell: You know she was. And satin gloves.
Me: What about Our Penguin?
Nell: Penguins don’t wear gloves. They haven’t got hands.
Me: I mean does Our Penguin know where she is?
Nell: Our Penguin is being very tight beaked about the whole thing.
Me: Maybe we should ask Princess?
Nell: Good idea. Seals are notoriously fickle. Offer them a fish and they’ll bark.
Me: To be fair, Nell, most dogs will bark for a biscuit.
Nell: I think most is a slight exaggeration, don’t you?
Me: Yes. Sorry.