Biscuits, Fortune Tellers and Seahorses

Me: Harriet is awfully good at catching biscuits.

Nell: We’ve all put on a little weight over the last few years. No need to draw attention.

Me: I wasn’t, Nell. I just noticed her catching skills had improved when we were down on the beach.

Nell: Harriet is at her happiest by the sea.

Me: I think we all are. Talking of sea, I have some exciting news.

Nell: Tell me.

Me: Jonathan Sky called me from Berlin yesterday afternoon to let me know he had passed his ‘Little Seahorse’ examination and is now an official swimmer.

Nell: Well done, Jonathan.

Me: Yes. I’m an extremely proud Granny. He’s looking forward to swimming in the sea when he visits us this summer.

Nell: You’re excited already, aren’t you?

Me: Yes. Very. It’s been over two years. He was only 3 and Faye was a baby the last time I saw them.

Nell: I had my 8th birthday when they were here.

Me: You did and the puppies were only 2.

Nell: You know you’ve been getting their birthdays wrong, don’t you?

Me: Have I?

Nell: Yes. They were born on 19th June not July.

Me: Twins.

Nell: Of very different sizes.

Me: No, I mean their star sign is Gemini.

Nell: Don’t start. Leave the horoscopes to The Cat.

Me: Do you remember when Poppy dressed as a fortune teller?

Nell: She got her head stuck under a throw. You have too much imagination for your own good.

Me: I’ll be glad when Gladys and the llamas come home. The field seems so empty without them.

Nell: Apart from all the sheep.

Me: And the lion.

Nell: What lion?

Me: The one who keeps watching you through his binoculars.

Nell: Nonsense.

Me: In a cowboy hat.

Nell: Enough.

Me: Sorry.

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