Me: Well, that was a lovely surprise, wasn’t it?
Nell: Are we talking about the painting of David again?
Me: Yes. When Allan Shaw sent me the photos of his painting I was really impressed. He’s a Devon artist and after seeing my photo of Dave he knew he wanted to paint him.
Nell: You know all this has gone straight to David’s head, don’t you?
Me: But he has such a lovely head. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: He’s walking around the house like a king.
Me: He is a king to me. Bless him.
Nell: I don’t know why David was chosen. There are others just as deserving.
Me: Do I detect a hint of jealousy?
Nell: Of course not. I’m merely stating the facts. The Cat isn’t helping either.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: Filling his head with nonsense.
Me: What nonsense?
Nell: It thinks David could have a career as a model. It says it can see him on the catwalks of the world.
Me: I think he’d prefer a dog walk in Devon.
Nell: Very funny.
Me: I’m not sure he should be wearing your tiara and pearls, though. You only just got them back.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: He’s in the field with Gladys and the llamas.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: If those nasty Baddies are watching him they might swoop in and steal them.
Nell: Stop talking to me then and get him to come back inside.
Me: We should let him finish his workout first.
Nell: Do you mean to say David is Gliding with Gladys in my tiara and pearls?
Me: The llamas are gliding too and it looks like the Whippets Institute minibus just arrived so he won’t be alone.
Nell: I give up.
Me: Sorry.
