Me: Well, that was a lovely day, wasn’t it?
Nell: It was certainly lovely to be back at The Cottage Hotel again. Even in the rain.
Me: You could have come inside the pod with Kev and I you know. We were perfectly dry.
Nell: I wasn’t getting in that thing.
Me: You were happy to stick your head inside for a chip.
Nell: I was invited out to lunch. That doesn’t mean watching someone else eat.
Me: Even when you are so good at it?
Nell: Food is meant to be shared. We Labradors merely encourage it.
Me: I caught you playing Cheeky Animals outside the hotel.
Nell: There was an exceptionally rude Beefy sitting on one of the guest’s cars harassing arriving guests.
Me: How unpleasant.
Nell: The hotel has been closed for so long that the Beefies think they can rule the roost.
Me: Hooligans.
Nell: Guests don’t want to arrive at their holiday destination to be greeted with a wet mackerel in the face.
Me: It’s certainly not the best start to a holiday.
Nell: It gives completely the wrong impression.
Me: You and Kev spent an awfully long time on the beach contemplating the sea.
Nell: I know.
Me: I do some of my best thinking down by the sea. Were you pondering the meaning of life?
Nell: No. It’s very hard to ponder when you’re sitting on cold sand and the sea is coming in.
Me: The sun came out eventually though. Bathing everything in a warm glow.
Nell: It was freezing.
Me: It was a little chilly but the feel of the sun on your face and the wind in your hair can still lift your spirits.
Nell: Not as much as a nice cup of tea and a scone.
Me: No. Sorry.
