Me: Is Harriet waiting for someone?
Nell: Yes. We all are.
Me: Are we? Who are we waiting for?
Nell: David, Sally and Rupert.
Me: I wondered where they were.
Nell: They should have come back from Dartmoor ages ago.
Me: Have you tried contacting them on the iBone?
Nell: I’ve been trying for hours. They’re not answering.
Me: The signal can be bad up on the moors.
Nell: It’s most unlike them not to keep in touch.
Me: Dave will be hungry. He’s missed dinner.
Nell: Poppy packed enough sandwiches for an army so there’s no need to worry about that.
Me: Did Dave choose ham, or bacon?
Nell: Ham. His love for Sally won through in the end. Once he’d written a list he realised what to do.
Me: A list?
Nell: Yes. Sally on one side and Bacon on the other.
Me: Has Sally seen it?
Nell: Yes. Fortunately, it made her laugh.
Me: Bless him. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Poppy was so impressed she made him bacon sandwiches as well.
Me: I hope there were scones.
Nell: Of course there were scones. You can’t have a picnic without scones.
Me: I’m a bit worried about them now too. You don’t think the Hound has got them, do you?
Nell: What Hound?
Me: The Hound of the Baskervilles.
Nell: You do know that Hound isn’t real, don’t you? It’s just a story by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Me: You’ll be saying Sherlock Holmes isn’t real next. And Doctor Watson.
Nell: You’re blurring reality and fiction again. This simply won’t do. Go and fetch a cup of tea.
Me: All right.
Nell: If you see Owl Pacino, or Tawny Tim, on your way ask them to come through, please. Go on. Chop chop.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
