Nell: Well, I never expected Harriet to break into song when we got down to the beach.
Me: Bless her. She was so happy to have her own voice back again. Poppy went a little wild too. It made Faye laugh.
Nell: Harriet was supposed to be keeping quiet.
Me: The scone box is empty, Nell, and the Beefies are screeching again, so the antidote must have worked.
Nell: My friend Dorothy saw a few hairy seagulls down at the quay yesterday.
Me: Probably just tatty feathers. How is Dorothy?
Nell: Fine. She lost her voice for a while but it had nothing to do with cocktails.
Me: Too much gossiping?
Nell: No. Hay fever. Dorothy doesn’t gossip she just enjoys a chat.
Me: If you say so.
Nell: I don’t believe it.
Me: What’s wrong?
Nell: Look at that insolent Beefy parading around in a cardigan. It doesn’t even fit properly.
Me: It’s fine. I wore mine yesterday evening and Knitwear Wolf’s wearing a particularly fetching cardigan this morning.
Nell: Rupert does suit charcoal grey.
Me: It was nice to see him paddle boarding again. Do you remember he was doing that down at Hope Cove when we first met him?
Nell; I remember it well.
Me: He waved and you thought he was being over familiar.
Nell: I can’t be expected to wave at every wolf I see on a paddle board.
Me: But it was Rupert.
Nell: I didn’t know that then. He could have been anyone.
Me: I hope Jonathan and Faye take away happy memories of their holiday with us.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: It’s been such a lovely few weeks.
Nell: Today is Saturday and they’re not flying back to Germany until Tuesday so stop that maudlin nonsense right now.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
