Me: It’s a bit chilly today, isn’t it?
Nell: Yes. I would recommend wearing a warm hat.
Me: Fortunately we’ve all got our Dartmoor beanies from Tracey.
Nell: Quite. Bless her.
Me: Kev was larking around on the beach again.
Nell: He’s trying to make your photos more interesting.
Me: I didn’t notice until I looked at it later.
Nell: That’s what he thought.
Me: We’re lucky to have so much space, aren’t we?
Nell: I presume you’re talking about the beach now because I have to say this is not the case at home.
Me: No, we do seem to have acquired rather a lot of animals.
Nell: And two of them are stuffed.
Me: Three including Dave. See what I did there?
Nell: David is trying to work on his physique actually.
Me: Why? My Big Brave Beautiful Boy is gorgeous as he is.
Nell: A passing pigeon said he was podgy.
Me: How rude.
Nell: Anyway, he’s having salad for lunch.
Me: He doesn’t like salad.
Nell: Nobody likes salad.
Me: I do and you eat it every day.
Nell: It doesn’t mean I like it.
Me: You love a good tomato.
Nell: Don’t get me started on tomatoes. They’re like gold dust around here.
Me: I know. You don’t realise how much you rely on a tomato until it’s not there. Which is something I never thought I would say.
Nell: How did we get on to tomatoes?
Me: You were telling me Dave is on a diet.
Nell: Oh yes.
Me: Does that mean he’s not eating cake?
Nell: Certainly not. Everyone needs cake, especially in hard times.
Me: I didn’t know Dave was going through a hard time.
Nell: He’s having salad for lunch. How much harder can it get?
Me: Oh yes. Sorry.
