Me: My darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy with a new frisbee. Gosh, I miss him. Where did he get it?
Nell: It was a present from Beauregard.
Me: That’s awfully kind of him. Did he buy it at the hotel?
Nell: I have an awful feeling he stole it.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: The hotel has a selection of activity aids for outdoor training and fun and I’m fairly sure I saw one of those when Harriet and I were looking for tennis racquets.
Me: I didn’t know you played tennis.
Nell: It’s Wimbledon. Everyone plays tennis.
Me: Well, I think it’s very thoughtful of Beauregard even if it wasn’t really his to give. How are Malcolm and Manuel?
Nell: Manuel caused quite a stir at breakfast.
Nell: Demonstrating his extraordinary pancake tossing skills.
Me: Bless him.
Nell: We’re supposed to be undercover.
Me: I’m sure Malcolm is being discreet.
Nell: You could be forgiven for thinking so but actually Malcolm is involved in a heated dispute over prawns.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: He says they are far too small and much too tired.
Me: He does know his prawns, Nell. Who are the suppliers?
Nell: You are not going to believe this.
Me: I just might.
Nell: The Beefies.
Me: I don’t believe it.
Nell: Told you. And it gets worse. The hotel is using Book a Beefy for all sorts of deliveries and collections.
Nell: I know. I’m just hoping it’s Terry or they are in big trouble.
Me: Any more roaring?
Nell: Yes. It’s definitely coming from the sea.
Nell: Talking of the sea. I thought I saw Princess out there this morning.
Me: You can’t have. She’s gone on holiday with Our Penguin.
Me: Yes. Sorry.