Me: It was a bit stormy down on the beach, wasn’t it?
Nell: It’s December so to be expected.
Me: Did you notice the sea tractor crossing over to the hotel?
Nell: Yes, Kev pointed it out to me. He was surprised it was still running.
Me: It must be an exciting journey in this weather I should imagine, with all the waves crashing around you.
Nell: Talking of sea tractors, my friend Dorothy says a handsome lion in a suit and sunglasses was spotted on the sea tractor yesterday.
Me: Really? Who wears sunglasses in this weather?
Nell: That’s not the point. He was accompanied by a corgi wearing a flowered scarf and pearls.
Me: Real pearls, or the large fake ones?
Nell: It doesn’t matter.
Me: Yes, it does. You can’t stand the large fake ones.
Nell: It was a lion and a corgi.
Me: Yes, I know. You just told me.
Nell: It means Lionel King and Lady Anwen are still at the hotel.
Me: Oh, I see. Well, I don’t blame them. I expect the hotel is lovely at this time of year. I know the Cottage Hotel is.
Nell: We don’t want that pair of troublemakers anywhere near us.
Me: I thought they had promised to be good.
Nell: Fiddlesticks. Those two don’t know the meaning of good. Did you see who wrote that nasty article about Poppy and Gladys?
Me: The one in The Daily Growl?
Nell: Yes, I hope there aren’t any others.
Me: No, I didn’t. Was it a Beefy?
Nell: It was by LK and Lady A.
Me: Well, that’s a coincidence. They’ve got the same initials as Lionel and Lady Anwen.
Nell: I despair of you sometimes. I really do. It’s not a coincidence. It’s them.
Me: Oh dear. Sorry.