Nell: Harriet is on the yellow chair Looking Worried.
Me: Harriet is absolutely fine. She hasn’t been sick now at all for over 24 hours and her appetite is back.
Nell: Maybe she’s worried she might not get a bacon sandwich.
Me: She’s right then. She’s just having plain toast and a little scrambled egg.
Nell: An animal can’t exist on a little scrambled egg. Ask David.
Me: She has to take it slowly. She can’t go rushing into bacon after being ill.
Nell: You’ll have to tell her. I’m not.
Me: Did I see PC Panda’s car here early this morning?
Nell: Yes. Lionel King has been taken into custody. He has agreed to help the police with their enquiries in return for immunity.
Me: Is he going to get a new identity then?
Nell: I don’t know. Maybe.
Me: If they covered him in spots he might be able to pass as a leopard.
Nell: I beg your pardon? Lionel King has a luxurious mane.
Me: He would have to shave it off, Nell.
Nell: Do you think I would pass for a Golden Retriever if I wore a blonde wig?
Me: No. It would need to be an all over coat, Nell. Why would you want to do that?
Nell: Never mind.
Me: If Dave was a yellow Labrador and wore a mane he could easily pass for a lion. He has a lot of the lion about him. Have you seen the way he prowls around? Very liony.
Nell: There is no such word. Nobody is passing for anything, so stop making ridiculous suggestions.
Me: People are always getting llamas and alpacas confused so they could easily swap identities, although Gladys and the Alpacas doesn’t have the same ring to it.
Nell: Enough.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
