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.
