Nell: Naughty Nigel is downstairs playing Cheeky Animals with Boo.
Me: What’s wrong with that?
Nell: He’s sitting in the yellow chair.
Me: Well, it used to be his chair if you think about it.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: Charlotte gave it to us so he knows it very well. He probably feels right at home.
Nell: I usually sit in the yellow chair.
Me: I know you do.
Nell: Boo is behaving perfectly. He’s on the floor.
Me: Boo is more reserved.
Nell: And Nigel had two bacon sandwiches for breakfast and three of Manuel’s buttermilk pancakes.
Me: They were tasty, weren’t they?
Nell: He makes them the American way. Light and fluffy. Babycakes Gillespie taught him. But that’s not the point.
Me: When you say light and fluffy I always think of Gladys. It’s a shame we couldn’t take her to the dog agility course yesterday but six dogs was our limit.
Nell: And that’s another thing. What were you thinking? A dog agility course? I’m not walking on planks and running through tyres, thank you very much.
Me: To be fair, Nell, neither was anyone else. I’ve never seen less agility in my life.
Nell: What did you expect? We’re Labradors.
Me: Poppy isn’t.
Nell: Poppy is a trained chef. Why would she start running up a wooden slope when she can walk round?
Me: It was a bit of fun. Everyone had a wonderful time running off the lead. Look at the photos.
Nell: Yes, we enjoyed ourselves.
Me: Where were you, by the way? I can only see 5 dogs.
Nell: I was on my iBone. Someone had to send the photos to Charlotte. She’s just lost Seamus so she needed to know the other two boys were fine.
Me: Yes. You’re right. Sorry.
