July’s A Strange Old Month

Me: There’s nothing like a gentle stroll beside the river.

Nell: Or mad dashing in and out of the water, if you’re Harriet.

Me: Kev was worried because the river was running quite fast.

Nell: Harriet’s quite sensible when it comes to water.

Me: It’s been a strange old July. More like autumn than summer.

Nell: Yes.

Me: I’m hoping the sun comes back for the family’s visit.

Nell: Only a week to go.

Me: I can’t wait.

Nell: Now, Poppy wants to know if anyone minds having lunch a little early.

Me: I’m fine with that.

Nell: Her sword fighting class starts at 2pm so she wants everything done and dusted by then.

Me: Is Poppy running the class?

Nell: Yes, there’s not a lot she doesn’t know about sword fighting.

Me: Who are the participants?

Nell: Quite a wide range from the Welsh Corgi Choir to members of the Whippets Institute.

Me: Why on earth do they want to learn to sword fight?

Nell: To be in my movie, of course.

Me: Movie? You usually insist on film.

Nell: Needs must when you’re directing an international blockbuster.

Me: It’s actually an animation series, Nell, and Shel’s directing.

Nell: I’m not talking about the series. I’m referring to the movie I’m making with Snoopy and Lucy.

Me: It’s the first I’ve heard of this. 

Nell: I know. You’re not a member of the Screen Animals Guild.

Me: You do realise humans are animals.

Nell: Nice try.

Me: It’s true. What’s the movie called?

Nell: ‘Raiders of the Lost Bark.’

Me: Are we talking about Indy?

Nell: If you mean Indiana Bones, then yes, and we’re looking for a lead.

Me: They’re hanging up near the front door.

Nell: That’s not what I meant and you know it.

Me: Sorry.

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