Me: Harriet has become a proper Devon dog.
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: I noticed it on our walk yesterday afternoon.
Nell: I noticed that it was hailing and the fields had turned into mud.
Me: Yes, but look at the wonderful colour of the Devon soil. Rich and red. Just like Harriet
Nell: Harriet is chocolate brown and she is certainly not rich.
Me: You know what I mean.
Nell: She has definitely flourished since we moved down to Devon.
Me: I think we all have, Nell.
Nell: You are right.
Me: I just want this awful pandemic to be over so we can all enjoy it again.
Nell: Try and be patient. There is light at the end of the kennel.
Me: Don’t you mean tunnel?
Nell: Certainly not. What would I be doing in a tunnel?
Me: What would you be doing in a kennel?
Nell: I have no idea but I would definitely want a light on.
Me: True.
Nell: I’m so glad it’s nearly the end of this truly horrible year
Me: Yes. It’s been dreadful.
Nell: Apart from the release of your book, of course, and recording the audio book.
Me: Did I tell you the publishers are going to re-release it next year?
Nell: Yes. We missed all the book markets so hopefully they will take place again.
Me: The book buyers need to like it.
Nell: They will. Better times are ahead.
Me: I hope so. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to meet our readers?
Nell: It would be most gratifying.
Me: You never know, Nell. It might still happen. I had so many dreams.
Nell: We all did and they can still come true. Life is on hold at the moment, but not for much longer.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
