Me: It was amazing down on the beach. All those kite surfers.
Nell: They were certainly out in force.
Me: I thought they were giant colourful Beefies from far away.
Nell: Nonsense. Beefies may occasionally wear tank tops and even the odd sombrero, but they would never colour their wings.
Nell: I have it on good authority that Devon Beefies are particularly proud of their white feathers.
Me: Have you been talking to Stephen Seagull?
Nell: Certainly not. Dreadful bird. Terry and I discussed it when he delivered my Earl Grey.
Me: How is Terry?
Nell: Very well. Book a Beefy is still a little hit and miss but that‘s to be expected. Beefies are nothing if not unreliable. Now it’s Sunday today, and a day of rest.
Nell: I’m expecting you to join David in the living room after Sunday Songs in silent contemplation.
Me: What of? Poppy’s roast dinner?
Nell: No. The coming week.
Me: Can’t I read a book?
Nell: If you must, just make sure you are quiet. David needs to gather his thoughts. We have a busy time ahead.
Me: I know my week is going to be busy but I didn’t know yours was too.
Nell: There’s a vast amount of preparation to be done before next month’s Growl on Sunday. David has his column to write and I am interviewing Jamie.
Me: Can people still write in?
Nell: Of course. They just need to email email@example.com.
Me: Kev and I get our second vaccination on Thursday. It’s such a relief. Life is slowly returning to normal. If there is such a thing anymore.
Nell: Normal is highly overrated if you ask me. Take life as it comes is my motto and make the most of it.
Me: Yes. Sorry.