Back on our Beach

Me: Wasn’t it wonderful to be back on our beach?

Nell: Yes, it was.

Me: There’s nothing like the feel of the wind in your hair and the salty smell of the sea.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: It was a shame we had to keep Dave on the lead but he wasn’t bowed down by it and he strode around like a monarch reclaiming his kingdom.

Nell: We were all glad to be there.

Me: I always love your beach faces.

Nell: I know you do.

Me: Harriet goes a little wild on the beach, doesn’t she?

Nell: Yes, Harriet has a surprisingly wild side for a well behaved animal but it is nothing in comparison with Poppy, of course.

Me: Has she made any decisions yet?

Nell: No. She and John are having tea together at the quay this afternoon.

Me: Well, that’s a good sign. They can talk things through together quietly. Maybe John is the one.

Nell: Except she is going to Gladys’s Lindy Bop class this evening with Babycakes Gillespie.

Me: I didn’t know Gladys was teaching Lindy Bop. I thought she was all about the Latin dances.

Nell: She wanted to try something new and The Cat found her some lovely vintage dresses. But that’s not the point.

Me: No. John isn’t going to be pleased.

Nell: I told her she risks losing both of them but she won’t listen.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: I’m hoping she will come to her senses soon. A shiny bowl doesn’t make your biscuits taste any better.

Me: There’s comfort in an old bowl, isn’t there? Even when it’s chipped.

Nell: John’s not chipped.

Me: No. I was thinking about myself, actually. I’m a bit chipped, to be honest.

Nell: You are just well loved.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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