Me: It was lovely seeing you all having fun in the activity field.
Nell: We enjoy it there.
Me: And especially good to see little Poppy running around happily.
Nell: Yes.
Me: Although there’s more sniffari than activity going on for some.
Nell: Excuse me?
Me: You do like to sniff your way around the field.
Nell: At my age, one prefers to take one’s time.
Me: Talking of age, is there anything in particular you’d like to do on your birthday?
Nell: Lionel was asking me that.
Me: Was he indeed?
Nell: He suggested a little trip on his boat.
Me: No way. We’re not having you kidnapped again by that dreadful lion.
Nell: Don’t be so dramatic. He was merely suggesting a sail around Burgh Island and a lovely lunch at the hotel.
Me: I hope you refused.
Nell: I did nothing of the sort. I said I’d think about it.
Me: What about Knitwear Wolf? He might have planned something.
Nell: As a matter of fact Rupert and Tracey suggested a trip up to Dartmoor.
Me: That sounds wonderful.
Nell: Rupert offered to take me on his motorbike and Tracey has promised me one of her lovely apple pies.
Me: There’s nothing better than a good homemade pie with Dartmoor clotted cream. Did you agree?
Nell: I thanked them and said I’d consider it.
Me: Well, I know which option I would choose.
Nell: Fortunately the decision is mine and what I choose to do now is listen to Sunday Songs followed by one of Poppy’s excellent roasts.
Me: Is Dave helping?
Nell: David is on Yorkshire puddings which spells disaster to me.
Me: Yes. Maybe Tracey’s brought us one of her delicious apple pies?
Nell: The only pies in this house are Poppy’s.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
