Me: We had a lot of beach this time, didn’t we?
Nell: Yes, we did.
Me: We don’t always.
Nell: Of course we don’t. It depends on the tide.
Me: I know but it always surprises me. The beach is never the same from one day to another.
Nell: And you’re the one who grew up by the sea.
Me: I’m allowed to experience wonder. Even if I know it’s coming.
Nell: Poppy tried to eat her lead again.
Me: She doesn’t like to be restricted.
Nell; She’s going to be severely restricted if she doesn’t attend that sword awareness course.
Me: They wouldn’t put her in the Tower of London, would they?
Nell: It seems a little harsh but you never know.
Me: I’m surprised she didn’t listen to Knitwear Wolf.
Nell: So am I. Rupert is such a reasonable wolf.
Me: Yes, and his cardigans are so chunky.
Nell: I don’t think a chunky knit cardigan is going to make any difference.
Me: There’s something so reassuring about them though. And it was nice and long.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: I wonder if the letter was from The Palace.
Nell: What letter?
Me: Poppy received an official looking letter in a thick cream envelope this morning.
Nell: That’s unusual of you to notice such detail.
Me: I’ve become a bit of a letter watcher since the cancer diagnosis.
Nell: That’s understandable.
Me: I’m always expecting one from the hospital.
Nell: You have to try not to worry.
Me: I know.
Nell: Talking of which, did Poppy seem worried by the letter?
Me: Not at all. She threw it in the bin.
Nell: What? Go and get it. It might be extremely important.
Me: She won’t like us opening her post.
Nell: She threw it away.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
