Harriet is Wallowing

Nell: Stop making such a noise.

Me: I was just unloading the dishwasher.

Nell: Manuel can do that much faster than you.

Me: I know but I thought he might like some help after all the excitement of yesterday.

Nell: Never mind Manuel. It’s Harriet we need to concentrate on. She’s still in bed you know.

Me: Well, that’s ok, Nell. It’s a bank holiday Monday. People are allowed a lie in.

Nell: It isn’t a lie in. Harriet is Wallowing.

Me: Wallowing? What is she Wallowing in?

Nell: Wallowing doesn’t have to be in anywhere. Wallowing can just be that.

Me: No it can’t. There has to be a reason.

Nell: Of course there’s a reason.

Me: What is it?

Nell: Didn’t you notice Jim the Farm Dog dancing with that stranger?

Me: Do you mean the curly haired one with the flashing eyes?

Nell: Yes. Juanita. The Spanish Water Dog.

Me: How do you know that?

Nell: She caught a crepe at Manuel’s stand and they got chatting.

Me: Is she from Barcelona?

Nell: I have no idea, but she’s staying with a Podenco in Paignton and heard about Sunday Songs.

Me: I hope it’s not a Portuguese Podenco?

Nell: Why?

Me: The Portuguese are very different to the Spanish, Nell. They don’t always get on.

Nell: That’s not the point. Jim the Farm Dog is supposed to be Harriet’s suitor. He shouldn’t be dancing with water dogs.

Me: Oh, I see.

Nell: Harriet was in floods of tears. David had to take her home for some cuddles and a bacon sandwich.

Me: It was just a dance, Nell. You didn’t only dance with Knitwear Wolf. I saw you kicking up your paws with Beauregard.

Nell: My dancing partners have nothing to do with this.

Me: No. Sorry.

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