Nell: Where did you get those photos?
Me: Chloe sent them to me after your hydrotherapy.
Nell: She calls me her big hairy jellyfish.
Me: Yes. I know. She says you sit on her shoes when the water comes in and your hair floats around you like a jellyfish.
Nell: I’m nothing like a jellyfish.
Me: She says you are a pleasure to treat and a kind and quiet soul.
Nell: Well, that’s true at least.
Me: I was surprised at the quiet bit, though. I would never have called you quiet. You have so much to say.
Nell: May I point out that walking miles in a tank full of water is not conducive to conversation?
Me: I’d forgotten that.
Nell: And neither is being lasered and stretched.
Me: No. But you are walking better, Nell, and you were cheerful when you came home yesterday.
Nell: I’m always cheerful when I come home.
Me: The other three sat by the front gate the whole time you were away.
Nell: We support each other.
Me: We do. Talking of support wasn’t it lovely to see how many hugs we all got yesterday?
Nell: Yes. It was just what we needed. David is exhausted by the way.
Me: Why?
Nell: Look at the queue outside his consulting rooms? Everyone wants advice.
Me: I wasn’t expecting that.
Nell: What?
Me: Antelopes in the queue.
Nell: They get everywhere.
Me: With hangers-on.
Nell: Not those sheep again?
Me: No. They’ve got birds on their backs.
Nell: Starlings?
Me: No. Beefies.
Nell: What? This must be stopped.
Me: Don’t be judgemental, Nell. Even Beefies need Wise Words now and again.
Nell: They don’t want advice. They’re planning an attack. I’ll text David now on WoofsApp and you alert the others.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
