Portraits and Pearls

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.

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