Me: We had our first vaccination.
Nell: I am delighted.
Me: It was an emotional moment. Everyone was very kind and smiley.
Nell: I believe you stopped off for a burger on the way home.
Me: We hadn’t had one for over a year.
Nell: Some of us still haven’t.
Me: Do you think the puppies could give me a little space on my chair?
Nell: They were there first. Sharing is Caring. Something you seem to have forgotten.
Me; It’s my chair.
Nell: Never mind that now. Was there a llama in the kitchen when you came downstairs?
Me: Yes. Eating a bowl of green soup. Not something I would want for breakfast.
Nell: You’re not a llama. It’s grass and nettle soup. Poppy made it especially.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: Was it wearing a thick warm coat?
Me: Yes and a woolly hat, gloves and boots.
Nell: Excellent.
Me: Why isn’t it out Gliding with Gladys?
Nell: It is cold and traumatised.
Me: Oh, do you think it is the lost llama?
Nell: Sherlock Martin strikes again.
Me: So the llama has been shorn?
Nell: It has. Same scenario as Poppy. Blindfolded and clipped.
Me: Shocking. Those villains. Was there any bacon this time?
Nell: Of course there wasn’t bacon. Terry wasn’t there.
Me: Just checking.
Nell: Llamas don’t eat bacon. If they did it would be eating a bacon sandwich right now and not some disgusting green soup.
Me: Dave eats bacon.
Nell: We all know that.
Me: He’s been an honorary llama for the past few days.
Nell: He’s already tried that with Poppy but she’s not budging. It’s green soup or nothing this morning.
Me: Fancy a bagel?
Nell: What do you think the queue outside is for? David’s been round twice already.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
