Nell: Exactly how many bacon sandwiches has David eaten since he got back?
Me: Quite a few, Nell. He was awfully hungry.
Nell: No wonder he’s fallen asleep on his sister.
Me: I think he’s just happy to be home.
Nell: As are we all. It’s been a worrying few days.
Me: Yes. Thank goodness he’s safe.
Nell: Any sign of the two beautiful Maine Coons?
Me: Not as far as I know. I hope they don’t try to hold Dave to the contract.
Nell: They’d better not.
Me: Oliver Bone is just going to have to find someone else to play James Bond.
Nell: You do realise the Bond casting was never real?
Me: It was, Nell. Daniel Craig’s stopped playing Bond so they’re definitely looking for a replacement.
Nell: And you believe David was a serious contender?
Me: Of course I do. He’s beautiful, brave and ever so big for a Labrador.
Nell: I’m not sure those were the actual requirements.
Me: If it was up to me Dave would have got the job.
Nell: Anyway, back in the real world Sally has called a meeting of all the spies to discuss their next move.
Me: Does that include me?
Nell: Absolutely not. I’m guessing it’s only Rupert, Harriet, Roley Moley and Henry and Horst.
Me: Harriet can’t go. Dave’s asleep on her.
Nell: She can join the others when David wakes. His well-being comes first at the moment. Sally understands.
Me: Good. Hang on a minute. Did you say Rupert?
Nell: I did. Sally was so impressed with the way he handled the last few days that she’s asked him to join the team.
Me: Has she indeed? You’ve always had a thing for spies, haven’t you?
Nell: What is that supposed to mean?
Me: Nothing. Sorry.
