Me: I thought we were going to Dartmoor to find Dave. I wasn’t expecting to find you and Harriet still asleep.
Nell: Stop shouting. It’s Sunday morning.
Me: But we need to get out there and find them.
Nell: What are you wearing?
Me: Hiking boots.
Nell: On your head.
Me: My all-encasing hat. I’m undercover.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Get up, Nell.
Nell: We have to wait until after Sunday Songs.
Me: Why?
Nell: We’re travelling up to Dartmoor in the Whippets Institute minibus and it will only be available after then.
Me: I thought Poppy was going to fly us all in her helicopter.
Nell: There are far too many of us for a helicopter.
Me: Are there?
Nell: Yes. Besides she’s never taking llamas again. They are far too skittish.
Me: I didn’t know the llamas were coming.
Nell: Everyone is coming. This is David we are talking about and Rupert. Not to mention Sally.
Me: Is it wise?
Nell: What?
Me: Arriving with an army?
Nell: Only Poppy will be armed.
Me: You know what I mean.
Nell: You decide who can’t go then. Harriet and I have been up all night processing applications.
Me: Applications?
Nell: Everyone on this mission has to fill out a form. Do keep up.
Me: I haven’t filled out a form.
Nell: Why not?
Me: I didn’t know I had to.
Nell: Well, put that rucksack down and fill in one now, please.
Me: Of course. Do you have any spare copies?
Nell: On the dining room table.
Me: There are an awful lot of questions, Nell.
Nell: I know.
Me: Why does it matter what I eat on my toast?
Nell: Why do you think?
Me: Oh, I see. Lime marmalade.
Nell: Sherlock Martin strikes again.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
