Me: My darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy is such a caring animal.
Nell: Yes, he is.
Me: He knew all I wanted to do was give my sister Charlotte a hug, but I’m not allowed to yet.
Nell: He did.
Me: So he gave her a cuddle on my behalf.
Nell: To be fair it wasn’t exactly difficult for him. David delights in any kind of public displays of affection.
Me: He’s just a loving boy.
Nell: Unlike Poppy
Me: She’s a girl, Nell.
Nell: And a very fierce one too.
Me: Has she calmed down yet?
Nell: Yes. She made Seamus a huge hamper of treats to take back to Naughty Nigel and Boo. Scones, cakes, biscuits and eggs.
Me: Easter eggs?
Nell: Of course not. Freshly laid eggs from the farm.
Me: I noticed she’s been getting a lot of those recently.
Nell: It’s awfully easy since they introduced Cluck and Collect.
Me: Don’t you mean click?
Nell: Chickens don’t have fingers, you know. We can’t all be flamenco dancers like those llamas. Clicking their hooves in the air like there’s no tomorrow.
Me: It’s not that kind of click.
Nell: No, because it’s a cluck.
Me: Never mind. Why are the llamas dancing flamenco, by the way?
Nell: They discovered the Gipsy Kings at The Cat’s fish barbecue yesterday and now there’s no stopping them.
Me: I’m getting awfully excited about tomorrow, Nell.
Nell: Any chocolate eggs must be eaten in secret. You do not want to risk Poppy’s wrath or there will be no roast dinner for anyone.
Me: Don’t worry I will be discreet.
Nell: There’s a first for everything I suppose.
Me: I’m talking about you know what.
Nell: Well don’t. I know what, but nobody else can until tomorrow.
Me: You’re right. Sorry.