Me: Harriet looks concerned. Is it because it’s a rainy Monday?
Nell: It has nothing at all to do with the weather.
Me: Well, something is wrong.
Nell: David is being distant and aloof.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: When Harriet went over to him for her usual morning snuggle he walked away.
Me: He never does that. Dave loves snuggles. He’s the snuggliest dog I know.
Nell: I know. It’s his strength and weakness.
Me: He’s been pushing you away recently, too.
Nell: Yes, and last night when we all curled up on the sofa after Strictly he chose to lie alone on the chair.
Me: Maybe he just needs some space.
Nell: David never needs space. David invades space. He thrives on being with others.
Me: Yes, I know.
Nell: Harriet is afraid David might have eaten something by mistake.
Me: He does that all the time, Nell.
Nell: Yes, but we’re not talking Yorkshire puddings here.
Me: I never mentioned them.
Nell: I know you and David like to steal one if you can.
Me: They’re so tasty hot out of the oven.
Nell: Harriet thinks David might have eaten the suspicious honey.
Me: Oh no.
Nell: The empty jar was found under the sofa.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: And it had been licked clean.
Me: He likes to lick things clean. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Me: Have you asked him?
Nell: Not yet, but we will.
Me: So, Poppy didn’t put any honey in the cakes?
Nell: Only a few spoonfuls.
Me: I thought the llamas ate the cakes.
Nell: They did.
Me: Are they behaving any differently?
Nell: Didn’t you notice?
Nell: They’re all sitting in the field wearing spectacles and reading the Financial Times.
Me: Oh dear. Sorry.