Me: My Big Brave Beautiful Boy is in the yellow chair looking magnificent.
Nell: David is on the look out for lions.
Me: Don’t say The Cat saw another one in the orchard.
Nell: There’s only one, you know.
Me: There could easily be more around.
Nell: Stop. I have quite enough on my paws without a gathering of lions in my garden.
Me: It isn’t a gathering, actually, it’s a pride, and it’s not your garden. The orchard is communal land.
Nell: Not for lions it isn’t. Now, don’t be alarmed if you see Poppy in her suit of armour.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: She’s decided Lying Low is not for her, especially in the lead up to Christmas, and has gone on the attack.
Me: What about Gladys?
Nell; Gladys couldn’t lie low for longer than a day if she tried. She’s outside Gliding with the Llamas.
Me: I’m on their side. If The Queen doesn’t mind about the egg cups then why should anyone else?
Nell: True. So, what were you doing on your computer yesterday? It definitely wasn’t writing. I heard all the grumbling.
Me: Working on the calendar. Uploading it onto the World of Nell shop was ever so complicated but it’s finally on there.
Nell: Well, that’s a great relief on so many levels. You’ve become quite a calendar bore.
Me: I’ve dropped the price of the audiobook too.
Nell: Good. They will make excellent presents.
Me: There are some lovely photos of you in the calendar, Nell.
Nell: Most kind.
Me: And of Poppy and the Puppies and Kev.
Nell: I hope you included Mutley.
Me: I did. He’s in September. His birthday month.
Nell: Mutley is in every month and every day to me. As is Charlie.
Me: Yes, I know. Sorry.
