Me: Is Harriet waiting for someone?
Nell: Well spotted, Sherlock Martin.
Me: Alex, Charlotte and Kerry aren’t arriving until late afternoon so she’s got a long wait.
Nell: She knows that. The Welcoming Waiting for your sisters doesn’t begin until later.
Me: Are we expecting anyone else then? Is Sally coming down from London?
Nell: No. Harriet is waiting for Terry.
Me: Terry from Book a Beefy?
Nell: How many other Terrys do we know?
Me: Well, actually we have a good friend called Terry who lives in Oxfordshire.
Nell: Don’t start.
Me: You asked.
Nell: Harriet received a text from Book a Beefy on her iBone saying they would be delivering a parcel today.
Me: How exciting.
Nell: Yes, it is.
Me: It might not be Terry though.
Nell: Terry is our local delivery Beefy. Anyway, that’s not the point.
Me: I hope it’s not bananas.
Nell: Why would anyone send Harriet bananas?
Me: Why did someone send Gladys a jar of olives?
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: Or the llamas sensible socks?
Nell: Llamas don’t like sensible socks and Gladys hates olives.
Me: Exactly. I wouldn’t have minded either of those. I love a good olive and we could all do with sensible socks in this cold weather.
Nell: How on earth did we get on to olives and sensible socks?
Me: Book a Beefy have been delivering rather unusual parcels recently and it wasn’t Terry.
Nell: How do we know it was Book a Beefy?
Me: They were seagulls and they were wearing caps.
Nell: Fair enough. Now I’m worried it might be bananas too. Harriet isn’t that keen on bananas.
Me: Is she hoping for sausages?
Nell: No. She’s hoping for flowers. It’s Valentine’s Day on Monday, in case you’d forgotten.
Me: Oh yes. Sorry.
