It’s not a game

Me: Where’s Dave?

Nell: Upstairs having a quiet time with Poppy after an Over-Exciting Breakfast.

Me: What’s an Over-Exciting Breakfast? Huevos Rancheros?

Nell: Certainly not. He had bacon sandwiches.

Me: Why is he over excited then?

Nell: It’s Sally, if you must know.

Me: Of course it is. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. His little face when she walked in yesterday. He squealed with joy.

Nell: Yes, he did.

Me: The way he keeps looking at her is so sweet. As if he needs to check she is really there.

Nell: He adores her.

Me: Adoring someone is awfully tiring, isn’t it?

Nell: Yes. But that’s not the reason he’s having a rest. He needs to gather his strength for the weekend.

Me: Why? What’s happening?

Nell: Sally’s taking him to the Agatha Christie hotel on Burgh Island.

Me: Oh my goodness. How romantic.

Nell: Yes.

Me: Just the two of them on an island in the sun.

Nell: Actually the weather forecast is a little mixed.

Me: Never mind.

Nell: And it’s not going to be the two of them.

Me: What do you mean?

Nell: Some of us will be joining them.

Me: That’s not fair, Nell. It’s their special time together.

Nell: I know but it’s been a difficult year and we all need a little pampering.

Me: Why does it have to be that hotel?

Nell: Why do you think?

Me: I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking.

Nell: Would roaring be a clue, perhaps?

Me: Is Beauregard going too?

Nell: Maybe.

Me: Have you got something in your eye?

Nell: I spy with my little eye.

Me: This isn’t the time for games, Nell, and why are you whispering?

Nell: It’s not a game. David and Sally are going undercover.

Me: Oh, I see. Sorry.

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