Dave is Meditating

Me: Dave’s upstairs on the bed with his eyes closed.

Nell: That’s what you’re supposed to do on a bed.

Me: No. They are closed in an awake kind of way. He’s not asleep.

Nell: Oh. He’s probably meditating.

Me: Dave doesn’t meditate. He’s not a meditating kind of animal.

Nell: Meditation isn’t just for cats and woodlice, you know.

Me: Cats and woodlice?

Nell: Yes.

Me: Are you going to elaborate?

Nell: Certainly not.

Me: It means explain.

Nell: I knew that.

Me: I never knew woodlice meditated.

Nell: Henry and Horst do it all the time. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed.

Me: I’ve noticed they can go a bit quiet.

Nell: Go a bit quiet? They are not exactly talkers.

Me: They talk to Dave.

Nell: David has keen ears. I’ve told you this before.

Me: Why does Dave need to meditate?

Nell: Sally is going back to London soon.

Me: Oh dear. Is her mission accomplished?

Nell: No, but Rupert and John are on the case.

Me: I thought not because Babycakes Gillespie is out there again.

Nell: Where?

Me: In the field with the llamas doing some kind of strange dance.

Nell: That will be Tai Chi. The llamas do it every morning.

Me: I never noticed.

Nell: That’s because you write in the mornings. You don’t notice anything.

Me: I noticed Dave meditating.

Nell: David is hard to miss.

Me: Sally is going to miss him.

Nell: Yes, she is.

Me: And he will miss her.

Nell: I know. Poppy is going to make him a nice bowl of goulash for his tea.

Me: He loves goulash.

Nell: Yes.

Me: But it’s not Sally.

Nell: Of course it isn’t Sally. What a ridiculous thing to say. Sally is a Golden Retriever.

Me: I know. Sorry.

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