Me: Are you sulking?
Nell: I never sulk.
Me: That’s not true.
Nell: I’m just extremely disappointed in your cruel and heartless behaviour.
Me: That’s a bit harsh.
Nell: Denying me the pleasure of a walk.
Me: You were limping badly and it wasn’t your usual stiff leg. I think you pulled a muscle playing Shenanigans with the puppies.
Nell: I could have managed a gentle walk.
Me: It’s best to take it easy for a few more days.
Nell: A few more days?
Me: You are already a little better today so it’s working. How about a swim in Princess’s pool?
Nell: It’s full of llamas.
Me: Oh yes. I’d forgotten. They’ve probably only booked for an hour.
Nell: Who bathes in pyjamas anyway?
Me: I think they might be a little shy.
Nell: Llamas aren’t shy. They’re lazy. I know for a fact that Rupert supplied them with knitted swimsuits. They simply couldn’t be bothered to get changed.
Me: I don’t want to be mean but a knitted swimsuit isn’t really practical.
Nell: They are very popular with the larger animals. Wetsuits can be extremely unflattering for the bigger boned.
Me: Tell me about it.
Nell: Talking of larger animals did you see John arrive?
Me: No. Is he performing at Sunday Songs?
Nell: I don’t think so, although he has a pleasant baritone voice. He was carrying flowers.
Me: You can still sing when you’re holding flowers, Nell.
Nell: That’s not the point. He’s visiting Poppy.
Me: Was he wearing a velvet jacket?
Nell: No. Shorts and T shirt as usual. Poppy prefers casual.
Me: But not flip flops I hope.
Nell: Don’t be silly. No self respecting Doberman would ever be seen in a pair of flip flops. He’s wearing canvas shoes.
Me: Of course. Sorry.