Me: Wasn’t it beautiful down on the beach yesterday?
Nell: It was glorious. Just what we all needed.
Me: Yes. Hardly any people around and so peaceful.
Nell: Apart from that persistent little puppy who kept asking his brother to play.
Me: Yes, the darling pup was so excited.
Nell: Shouting ‘Play! Play!’ over and over again at a senior dog isn’t going work. Trust me.
Me: There’s nothing like that salty tingling on your face after a beach walk, is there?
Nell: Here we go.
Me: It’s so invigorating. It makes me want to burst into song.
Nell: Good grief. Please don’t. I have quite enough to cope with since Manuel discovered the Gipsy Kings and everyone started dancing flamenco.
Me: I love the Gipsy Kings.
Nell: Nobody wants to listen to ‘Bamboleo’ all the time.
Me: Apart from Gladys and the llamas.
Nell: Any excuse to break into dance.
Me: And Alejandro and the larger animals.
Nell: They’re easily led astray.
Me: Not to mention most of the corgi choir.
Nell: What are they doing here? It’s Saturday, not Sunday.
Me: And we mustn’t forget the Whippets Institute.
Nell: I couldn’t believe it when I saw their minibus arrive.
Me: We all need some fun in our lives, Nell. Even Malcolm is kicking up his heels in the kitchen.
Nell: He’s cooking paella.
Me: How wonderful.
Nell: John the Doberman is awfully light on his feet for such a large animal.
Me: He makes an excellent bull.
Nell: I could do without the Beefies shouting ‘Olé‘ every few minutes.
Me: They adore Poppy. That costume could have been made for her.
Nell: It was. We don’t have matador costumes lying around in her size, you know. The Cat spent hours sewing on those sequins.
Me: Of course. Sorry.
