Nell: What on earth is going on out there? It’s Sunday. A day of rest and contemplation.
Me: The puppies are playing Tug of War with Kev’s sock and I don’t think he’s going to be wearing it again anytime soon.
Nell: Is David being patient?
Me: Not really. Harriet is surprisingly strong for her size.
Nell: She learnt from the best.
Me: I’ve never seen you play.
Nell: Thank you for the compliment but I was referring to Poppy.
Me: Oh, I see. Dave is dragging her along but she’s not giving up.
Nell: Good girl.
Me: Wait. Walter Pigeon has got involved.
Nell: Don’t be ridiculous. Walter doesn’t have a chance.
Me: No. He’s flying over and Dave’s dropped the ball.
Nell: I thought it was a sock.
Me: Figure of speech. Harriet is the victor.
Nell: You see. Perseverance pays in the end.
Me: Especially if your opponent decides to play Cowardy Custard with a pigeon instead. Do you think Harriet and Walter were working together?
Nell: Anything is possible. Walter has a soft spot for Harriet.
Me: I never thought of Walter as a knight in shining armour.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: Perhaps he has always loved Harriet from afar.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: And seeing her predicament he decided to swoop in and save the day.
Nell: Talking of days, yesterday was very moving, wasn’t it?
Me: It was. I thought the Duke of Edinburgh’s funeral was truly lovely. So quiet and dignified.
Me: I didn’t like to see The Queen so alone.
Nell: Nobody did. But these are the times we are living in.
Me: The Duke of Edinburgh was always by her side.
Nell: He still is. Love like that never dies. He is her Guardian now.
Me: Yes. Sorry.