Me: My goodness it was cold down on the beach.
Nell: Yes, it was.
Me: How Harriet can run straight into the sea is beyond me.
Nell: I prefer to sit and watch.
Me: So do I. Not the sitting bit, of course, that would be strange.
Nell: Yes, it would.
Me: The waves were wonderful in the wind. Shedding droplets of water like a dog after a swim.
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: You know the way the waves cast water around them like the twirling of a cloak in the Paso Doble dance?
Nell: You worry me sometimes. You really do.
Me: I know what I mean.
Nell: Moving on, I think you should consider wearing thermals in this weather.
Me: Do we have to discuss underwear?
Nell: Yes, we do. I know you’re trying to save electricity by turning off radiators whenever possible but the house is cold.
Me: I know it is. But we can’t afford to keep them on.
Nell: The Cat says thermals are the answer and Rupert has organised some thick warm blankets.
Me: Knitwear Wolf is so kind.
Nell: He spent the whole of yesterday delivering coats to corgis.
Me: Why corgis in particular?
Nell: They only have little legs.
Me: I see.
Nell: It’s dachshunds today.
Me: Great Danes are going to have an awfully long wait.
Nell: Why bring Great Danes into this?
Me: They have really long legs. They’ll be last in the queue.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Kev and I are thinking of working on our laptops in front of the fire.
Nell: Good idea. We dogs can keep close. David is a great source of warmth.
Me: Yes, he is. Bless him.
Nell: We can do this. Together. But get some thermals.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
