Me: It was glorious down on the beach, wasn’t it?
Nell: Yes, I enjoyed myself immensely.
Me: You walked so much better after your monthly injection.
Nell: It really helps.
Me: And you were sensible and stopped now and again to gather your strength.
Nell: And admire the view.
Me: We’re very lucky to live where we do.
Nell: David was in good spirits.
Me: His little face when The Cat told him he was going to be Jubilee King.
Nell: I wouldn’t call it little, but yes, David was pleased.
Me: Is there going to be a Jubilee Queen?
Me: Are you sure The Queen will be happy with that?
Nell: Absolutely. The last time we spoke I asked her.
Me: You talked to The Queen?
Nell: We zoomed actually, if you must know.
Me: How will it be decided?
Nell: The public will need to vote.
Me: Will they really?
Me: Do you think I might have a chance of being chosen as Jubilee Queen?
Nell: Unlikely, but possible.
Me: I know who’s getting my vote.
Nell: Pray tell.
Me: I can’t do that, Nell. All votes have to be anonymous.
Nell: Why? You know The Cat and I voted for David as Jubilee King.
Me: You were the only ones.
Me: I’m not telling you.
Nell: You’re going to choose Harriet, aren’t you? Or Sally?
Me: You don’t know that. I might vote for Dorothy.
Nell: You can’t vote for my friend Dorothy. You don’t even know her.
Me: I know she’s one of the Salcombe Setters.
Nell: As long as it’s not Princess. I can’t take all that clapping.
Me: It’s a seal thing.
Nell: Decisions are always best made after extensive discussion.
Me: I’m not telling you, Nell. Sorry.