Me: Our very own seaweed monster. I think Harriet might actually be a merdog.
Nell: There is no such thing.
Me: Stranger things have happened.
Nell: Now, I hope you are not thinking of paddle boarding any time soon.
Me: I must say it’s not high on my list of priorities.
Nell: Only if you are, then don’t. It is far too windy at the moment and people are being swept out to sea.
Me: Oh dear. How dreadful.
Nell: Fortunately Knitwear Wolf is a proficient paddle boarder with years of experience.
Me: Yes, I think he was paddle boarding the first time we saw him.
Nell: Anyway, with the help of Princess, Our Penguin and Manuel he is going to be holding seawise classes.
Nell: Yes. Knowing how to deal with difficult and dangerous situations at sea.
Me: That’s an awfully good idea.
Nell: It is. Everyone is signing up.
Me: Count me in. I have my gold personal survival swimming award but that was quite a long time ago.
Nell: Over fifty years in fact.
Me: There is no need to be that specific, thank you Nell.
Nell: Just saying.
Me: I won’t have to wear a wetsuit, will I?
Nell: Not for the theory part of it. I think you might feel quite hot and uncomfortable.
Me: Maybe I can do the practical side of things when the sea is a little warmer.
Nell: Don’t be such a wimp. You sound just like The Cat. It screamed when it saw the wetsuit had no sequins.
Me: Has The Cat really agreed to take part in the seawise classes?
Nell: Of course it has. Everyone is going. Gladys and the llamas, the whole of the Welsh corgi choir and even Henry and Horst.
Me: Gosh. Sorry.