Me: Could we have a word about the large plant pot, please?
Nell: David and I have been doing some gardening.
Me: Gardening?
Nell: Repotting to be exact.
Me: Repotting?
Nell: Would you kindly stop repeating everything?
Me: The thing is.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: It looks to me like you and Dave been digging in the big plant pot and have thrown earth everywhere.
Nell: I wouldn’t say ‘thrown everywhere’. The earth is still near the big pot.
Me: And now Dave is bored so he’s just lying on his lounger chewing his Neon Green Chew.
Nell: Everyone needs a break now and again.
Me: And you are actually lying in the middle of all the earth watching him and even drifting off to sleep.
Nell: I’m a senior labrador. I need my rest.
Me: And there’s no sign of anything being repotted anywhere.
Nell: Have you quite finished?
Me: Yes.
Nell: We were only trying to help.
Me: Really?
Nell: Yes. Kev mentioned that Babbacombe and Bantham might need repotting.
Me: We’re talking palm trees now, aren’t we?
Nell: Of course. Babbacombe and Bantham have been looking a little worse for wear for quite a while now.
Me: I know. I’ve been rather worried about them.
Nell: You grew up in Babbacombe, didn’t you?
Me: I did. Many happy memories.
Nell: Exactly. Anyway, the big plant pot has much more space in it.
Me: It does.
Nell: So, David and I thought we would clear it so fresh soil could be added and a nice home could be made for Babbacombe, or Bantham.
Me: I see.
Nell: Probably Babbacombe as it’s an older palm tree and needs a little extra care.
Me: Yes.
Nell: Anything else? Only I am a little tired.
Me: No. That’s fine. Sorry.
