Me: Have you seen Dave?
Nell: Yes. He’s downstairs playing ‘Cheeky Animal’ with Poppy.
Me: Is he winning?
Nell: No. He’s hopeless. He tries to hide behind his paw but it’s obvious he’s sticking his tongue out.
Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. I’m surprised Poppy has time to play.
Nell: Malcolm prepared breakfast today with help from young Benjamin Seagull. Pancakes.
Me: I love my pancakes with maple syrup.
Nell: There was bacon on the side for David, of course, and those who wanted it.
Me: That’s why he’s in a good mood.
Nell: Now, you know tomorrow is Halloween?
Me: Yes. It’s going to be a strange one this year.
Nell: No trick or treating in the wider community but fine to celebrate within our bubble.
Me: We must have the largest bubble ever seen.
Nell: But it’s all animals. Gladys and the Llamas will be performing. I’m afraid they’re a little overexcited.
Me: I thought I saw them cartwheeling earlier.
Nell: I wish they wouldn’t do that. Fancy dress is compulsory. Pop over to the Big House if you need a costume, but do it soon as The Cat is expecting the Whippets Institute at 11.
Me: They love Halloween, don’t they?
Nell: To be honest I think we could all do with a little fun in our lives at the moment.
Me: We certainly could. By the way, Chloe says you are doing so well with your hydrotherapy that you only need to go every 3 weeks now.
Nell: That’s good to hear.
Me: Your weight has stayed the same, however. So you might have to have salad tomorrow instead of a hot dog.
Nell: Excuse me? Halloween without a hot dog is like a scone with no jam and cream. Completely unacceptable.
Me: Yes. Sorry.