Me: I love your grey chin.
Nell: Stop taking photos of me when I’m asleep.
Me: It makes me want to give you a great big kiss.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: It makes we want to bury myself in your gorgeous Labradoriness.
Nell: There is no such word.
Me: There is now.
Nell: Well, go and bury yourself in David’s gorgeous Labradoriness then because I’m resting.
Me: I will. My Big Brave Beautiful Boy is always up for a cuddle. Unlike you.
Nell: I don’t like people invading my personal space. You know that.
Me: I’m not people, Nell. I’m me.
Nell: Well, I’m completely awake now so I hope you are pleased with yourself.
Me: That’s rather odd. I wonder what they are up to now.
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: The Beefies. They seem to be filming the Welsh Corgi Choir at Sunday Songs. I thought Our Penguin was in charge of streaming it on YouChewed.
Nell: He is.
Me: But look. They’ve got cameras on their heads.
Nell: The scoundrels. This must be part of their latest venture.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: Haven’t you seen the adverts?
Me: No. I never really go out anymore. We’re in lockdown.
Nell: They are online. You must have seen them. ‘Disappointed in your Drone? Book a Beefy.’
Me: Book a Beefy?
Nell: Yes. They are breaking the laws of privacy, of course. Filming what they like, where they like, and selling it on.
Me: Does PC Panda know about it?
Nell: Poppy has invited him to Sunday lunch so we can discuss it then.
Me: Roast Beef?
Nell: It’s a stir fry I’m afraid. You know how Armando loves his bamboo shoots. Poppy says there will be a proper roast next Sunday.
Me: I see. Sorry
