Me: How’s it all going?
Nell: Why are you whispering?
Me: It’s an undercover operation.
Nell: You’re not undercover.
Me: It feels more exciting this way. Thanks for sending those photos over of you and Harriet. Beautiful colours.
Nell: Yes. We were able to enjoy a much needed swim in the evening sunshine yesterday.
Me: Why much needed?
Nell: Let’s just say that sea tractors are not my favourite method of transport.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Especially when Poppy is driving.
Me: Poppy?
Nell: Don’t ask.
Me: But I have to.
Nell: When the driver jumped out Poppy took over. Fortunately she is used to flying helicopters and can turn her paw to almost anything.
Me: Why did the driver jump out?
Nell: He didn’t expect a tiger.
Me: Thank goodness for Poppy.
Nell: Yes. David and Sally were waiting for us at the hotel and we went straight to our rooms.
Me: Is your room nice?
Nell: Lovely. I have a beautiful view of our beach from my balcony which is odd because I’m used to looking at the island.
Me: How was dinner?
Nell: We caused rather a stir. One dresses for dinner here and The Cat went a little overboard with our costumes.
Me: Sequins?
Nell: And tiaras. Gladys loved hers but Poppy was having none of it and wore a tuxedo.
Me: I bet Dave looked handsome in his.
Nell: He did.
Me: Was there any roaring?
Nell: Not yet, although there might be this evening as England are playing.
Me: Good one.
Nell: Anyway, I have to go. I’m meeting Lionel in the lounge.
Me: Inspector King?
Nell: Yes. Didn’t I say he arrived this morning?
Me: No, you didn’t.
Nell: Such a lovely surprise.
Me: Be careful, Nell.
Nell: Stop fussing.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
