Me: Has anyone seen my pillow?

Nell: No. Has it gone missing?

Me: Yes. It’s the one I use to support my back.

Nell: Are you talking about the downstairs pillow?

Me: Yes.

Nell: Harriet is using it.

Me: What do you mean ‘using it’?

Nell: She’s resting her legs and paws.

Me: Her muddy legs and paws?

Nell: Don’t start. There’s nothing anyone can do at this time of year. Where there’s rain, there’s mud.

Me: But preferably not on my pillow.

Nell: Harriet’s tired. She was up late zooming Sally.

Me: Why?

Nell: I think we can expect a visit soon.

Me: Dave will be delighted.

Nell: Yes. He misses Sally dreadfully.

Me: I’m afraid missing people is part of life at the moment.

Nell: We’re certainly all going to miss Captain Sir Tom.

Me: Such a wonderful man. An example of the good in people.

Nell: He will live on in our hearts as a Guardian of us all.

Me: Yes.

Nell: Now, Terry is due here soon to take some of Poppy’s shortbread over to Pamela. Is there anything you need collecting from the town?

Me: No. I’m fine thank you. Have you told Susan yet?

Nell: No. Terry says he would prefer to tell her himself. It’s more complicated than we thought.

Me: I suppose it’s not every day you find out you have a half brother. Especially one who is a Beefy.

Nell: Or even two.

Me: Two?

Nell: You remember Squawk?

Me: The horribly rude Beefy with a ring through his beak who wore Dorothy’s scarf and threw a mackerel at her?

Nell: Yes. That one. Well, it turns out that he and Terry are twins.

Me: But that means he’s Susan’s half brother too.

Nell: Sherlock Martin strikes again.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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