Me: The stuffed tiger looks ready to pounce. If I didn’t know it was stuffed I’d be quite worried.

Nell: Never mind that. What on earth are you wearing?

Me: A track suit.

Nell: It’s Monday morning.

Me: I know.

Nell: David is shocked.

Me: I can see he is. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. Imagine if he knew I had a swimming costume on underneath.

Nell: Do you?

Me: Yes.

Nell: Why?

Me: I’ve joined the gym and this morning is my first aqua aerobics class.

Nell: Excuse me?

Me: The past year has been a bit of a nightmare for me health wise so I’ve decided to try and do something about it.

Nell: Isn’t the walking enough?

Me: No.

Nell: Well, good for you.

Me: Thank you.

Nell: Does the gym accept bears?

Me: I’m not sure. Why?

Nell: Maybe it would do Herr Hoffmann good to splash about in a swimming pool. He fell asleep in his cereal this morning.

Me: I’m sure Princess wouldn’t mind him sharing her pool.

Nell: True.

Me: Or Knitwear Wolf could take him down to the sea on his motorbike?

Nell: The main beach isn’t open until 1st October.

Me: That’s just dogs. Remember? Wolves and bears are allowed.

Nell: Oh yes.

Me: And lions.

Nell: Don’t start complaining about Lionel King again. It was just an idea to do the filming on the beach.

Me: He was trying to sabotage Dave.

Nell: Well, it didn’t work. Filming has been delayed until everyone is back on the beach.

Me: What you see in that lion is beyond me.

Nell: Don’t forget to drink lots of water. It’s important to keep hydrated.

Me: You’re ignoring me again.

Nell: Shouldn’t you be going? You don’t want to be late.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

Me: It was good to be back in the activity field again, wasn’t it?

Nell: Yes. I always enjoy a sniffari.

Me: The beauty of the field is you can take your time strolling around while the others run.

Nell: True. Now, today would have been your late mother’s birthday, wouldn’t it?

Me: Yes. She’d have been 89. I miss her so much.

Nell: She’s watching over you with Alex.

Me: I like to think so.

Nell: I know so. What did we find in the field?

Me: A little white feather.

Nell: A message from someone you love.

Me: Yes.

Nell: Your mother and Alex left it there for you because they wanted you to know they were thinking of you too.

Me: Yes.

Nell: They did. Trust me. So, we need to talk about the bear.

Me: Do we?

Nell: Yes. Sunday Songs is beginning soon and he’s gone back to bed again.

Me: Maybe he needs a lie in.

Nell: He’s singing a German song with the Welsh Corgi Choir.

Me: Really? Which one?

Nell: ‘Trink, Trink, Bruderlein Trink‘

Me: That’s a German beer drinking song. It’s not really suitable at all.

Nell: Well, David is playing the accordion and the llamas are wearing Lederhosen so we’re not changing it now.

Me: You’ll be telling me the Welsh Corgi Choir are in traditional German dresses next.

Nell: Are you talking about Dirndls?

Me: Yes.

Nell: Of course they are.

Me: I didn’t know Dave played the accordion.

Nell: He doesn’t, but he’s going to give it a try.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: Well, don’t just stand there. We need to get Herr Hoffmann out of bed and into the field.

Me: How?

Nell: Wave a sausage under his nose. That always works with David.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

Me: Dave has the dearest ears of any animal I know.

Nell: Never mind that.

Me: When he was tiny they used to trail in the water bowl.

Nell: David was never tiny.

Me: Absolutely adorable. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.

Nell: If you’ve quite finished I have something to discuss.

Me: Although he is looking a little worried. Did he eat Herr Hoffmann’s boiled egg again by mistake?

Nell: Only one of them and it’s bacon sandwiches for elevenses today because it’s the weekend so no one is going to starve.

Me: Good.

Nell: I want to talk about Herr Hoffmann.

Me: Don’t be jealous, Nell. He’s just a friend and he’s such a gentlemanly sort of bear.

Nell: So everyone keeps telling me. He and Rupert bonded over a shared love of Dickens.

Me: I knew he and Knitwear Wolf would get on well. So what’s bothering you?

Nell: He’s gone back to bed.

Me: Knitwear Wolf has a very busy life and it is Saturday.

Nell: Not Rupert. Herr Hoffmann. He’s fast asleep again and he’s only just finished his breakfast.

Me: I know you shouldn’t sleep on a full tummy but I don’t think it matters now and again.

Nell: He’s sleeping an awful lot and yawning when he’s awake.

Me: Being in another country with everyone talking a different language can be very tiring. I struggled at first when I moved to Berlin.

Nell: Rupert speaks German, so it isn’t that.

Me: Does he? I never knew.

Nell: And Herr Hoffmann understands more English than you think. He finds David very amusing.

Me: I think it’s lovely that you’re so concerned about him.

Nell: I’m concerned about my bedroom. Where am I going to go when I need some quiet?

Me: I don’t know. Sorry.

Nell: The weather yesterday was an unexpected bonus, wasn’t it?

Me: You certainly seemed to enjoy our walk by the river.

Nell: I find the grass nice and soft under paw.

Me: Harriet was in and out of the water as usual.

Nell: And David got himself wrapped around a tree trunk.

Me: I know. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. Kev had to climb down to unwind the lead.

Nell: I don’t know why you and Kev shouted at me not to go into the river.

Me: It was deep and fast flowing after all the rain.

Nell: I’m glad I didn’t listen.

Me: And I’m glad you only had a brief paddle.

Nell: I know my limitations.

Me: Talking of limitations, I think all that travelling has completely exhausted Herr Hoffmann.

Nell: Why have you given him the front bedroom with the shiny red coverlet?

Me: He needed to sleep and he’s not the youngest of bears.

Nell: The front bedroom is my quiet place.

Me: I thought you wouldn’t mind. He really was very tired. He fell asleep in his cottage pie.

Nell: He seemed in good spirits at breakfast. Sharing boiled eggs and soldiers with David.

Me: I know it was sweet the way Dave bit the top off his egg for him, wasn’t it?

Nell: I’m not sure David should have eaten it.

Me: It’s an easy mistake to make. Herr Hoffmann found it funny.

Nell: And who dips their paws in the honey?

Me: He’s a bear. You don’t even like honey. You’re a marmalade sort of animal.

Nell: I thought bears liked marmalade.

Me: Only Paddington and his family.

Nell: We’re not expecting more of them, are we?

Me: No. Paddington lives in London with the Browns.

Nell: Why mention him then?

Me: Sorry.

Nell: So, when were you going to tell me?

Me: Tell you what?

Nell: There’s an elderly bear sitting on a large suitcase in the kitchen.

Me: An elderly bear? Is he wearing a fetching hat?

Nell: Yes, and spectacles. He’s brought us a bag of freshly baked bread rolls.

Me: Oh, that’s so sweet of him.

Nell: We think he’s asking for a Berlin Breakfast but nobody speaks German except you.

Me: It has to be Herr Hoffmann. He’s finally arrived.

Nell: I didn’t even know he was coming.

Me: Neither did I. I knew he was spending a few days in Paris and he said he might hop on the Eurostar.

Nell: Bears don’t hop. Especially elderly ones.

Me: But he wasn’t specific. I expect he wanted to surprise me. Bless him.

Nell: I knew you were going to bring that bear back from Berlin.

Me: You’re going to love him, Nell. Trust me.

Nell: Well, you’d better get into the kitchen before chaos ensues.

Me: Why?

Nell: He’s asking for sausages and you know Poppy doesn’t do sausages on Thursdays.

Me: He’ll be talking about cold sausages, like salami.

Nell: For breakfast?

Me: It’s a German thing. He’ll be happy with some boiled eggs and a slice of ham and some cheese.

Nell: We might as well make a picnic.

Me: Now, that’s an idea. Although, the weather’s a bit iffy and he might be tired.

Nell: Iffy?

Me: Unreliable.

Nell: Maybe you should stop talking to me and go and welcome your friend.

Me: You’re right. He’ll be feeling rather lost.

Nell: He didn’t seem lost. He was chatting away to David when I came to get you.

Me: I didn’t know Dave spoke German.

Nell: He doesn’t. But he’s an excellent listener.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

Me: Can we discuss the sudden craziness, please?

Nell: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Me: You suddenly jumping up on the sofa like an animal possessed and barking like a banshee.

Nell: Oh that.

Me: For no apparent reason at all.

Nell: Not to you.

Me: There were no deliveries, or cats, or pigeons.

Nell: So?

Me: Harriet was completely nonplussed.

Nell: Nonsense.

Me: And then Poppy started singing.

Nell: I’m not sure you could call it singing.

Me: No. It was more of a mad bark.

Nell: We could have done with The Great Barberino.

Me: No, you couldn’t. You two were making quite enough noise on your own.

Nell: Sometimes you just need to let your hair down.

Me: But you’re of a certain age now, Nell.

Nell: Everyone needs a mad moment regardless of age. You should try it sometime.

Me: I’m not sure about that.

Nell: Go out into the field, and have a jolly good bark.

Me: I can’t.

Nell: Not literally. A shout will do.

Me: I might scare the sheep.

Nell: Nothing bothers them. Trust me. They’re used to the llamas cartwheeling.

Me: They thought I was the farmer yesterday.

Nell: Why?

Me: I was doing my daily walk in my wellies and rain jacket because of the weather and they followed me.

Nell: They follow anyone. They’re sheep.

Me: They followed me in a keen sort of way.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: They don’t bother when I’m in shorts and t-shirt. I think I had something farmery about me.

Nell: There’s no such word.

Me: There is now.

Nell: I’m serious about the mad moment. Shout it out.

Me: Now?

Nell: No time like the present. The field’s free. Go on. What are you waiting for?

Me: Okay. Sorry.

Me: I can’t believe Jonathan is seven today. Where did the time go?

Nell: I’ve written him a poem. Would you like to hear it?

Me: Very much.

Nell: Then I will begin.

‘Good morning, dear friend,

Have you something to say?’

‘Yes. Jonathan Sky is seven today.’

‘Seven today? How can that be?

The last time I saw him

I’m sure he was three.’

‘Don’t be so silly.

Fayely is four.

So Jonathan has to be

Very much more.’

‘Oh yes, you’re right.

So what’s to be done?

We must have some cake.

And a party and fun.’

‘The party’s arranged

And it’s all about trains

Because Ticket to Ride

Is Johnny’s favourite game.’

‘Did you just say Johnny?’

‘Yes, that’s what he’s called

By Fayely, and Mummy and Papa

And all.’

‘Do Granny and Grandpa say Johnny too?

And Harriet and Dave and Poppy

And you?’

‘I say what I like

As you well know

But in this case

I shall go with the flow.’

‘We need to wear orange.

Where is your hat?’

‘I’m not sure I have one.’

‘Go and ask The Cat.

It always has hats

In its dressing up box

And sequins and glitter

And colourful socks.’

‘I don’t think it matters

What we actually wear

It’s all about love

And showing we care.’

‘Well, my present to Johnny

On the day he turns seven

Is the love we are sending

From his family in Devon.’

‘It’s not just in Devon.

Johnny’s loved far and wide.

He couldn’t be loved more.

Believe me, we’ve tried.

So Happy Birthday to you

Our magical boy.

Have a wonderful day

Full of happiness and joy.’

Me: That’s perfect, Nell. He’s going to love it.

Nell: Almost as much as we love him?

Me: No. That’s impossible. Sorry.

Me: Dave’s looking awfully serious this morning. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. Do you think it’s because it’s Monday?

Nell: Why?

Me: That’s what I’m asking you.

Nell: I meant what’s wrong with Monday?

Me: Nobody likes Mondays. Especially when it’s grey and rainy.

Nell: I don’t mind Mondays at all. New day, new beginning.

Me: Good attitude.

Nell: Thank you. Anyway, it has nothing to do with the day of the week. David is Mayor of Kingsbridge and has heavy responsibilities.

Me: Such as?

Nell: Looking after the townsfolk.

Me: Townsfolk?

Nell: Stop repeating everything I say.

Me: I noticed Dave was keeping an eye on the stuffed tiger.

Nell: Good grief.

Me: He knows it’s feeling bereft now that Bumper has returned to the US.

Nell: It doesn’t have feelings. It’s a toy.

Me: That’s what you think. Look at its poor little face.

Nell: Do stop.

Me: Is Dave worried about me?

Nell: Should he be?

Me: No, but I’m one of the townsfolk. Maybe it’s Tony?

Nell: It’s nobody in particular. David just wants everyone to be happy.

Me: Bless him. That’s never going to happen. There’s always a Grumbly Guts somewhere.

Nell: Grumbly Guts? What’s indigestion got to do with it?

Me: I mean bad tempered. Someone’s always going to complain. You can never please everyone.

Nell: Well, David wants to try.

Me: I still think he looks annoyed.

Nell: It might be Lionel, I suppose.

Me: Lionel King?

Nell: He’s suggested filming Raiders of the Lost Bark on the main beach. The island would look wonderful in the background and Snoopy and Lucy agree.

Me: What’s wrong with that?

Nell: Dogs aren’t allowed on the main beach until October.

Me: So Dave can’t film there?

Nell: No. But lions can.

Me: I see. Sorry.

Me: Autumn is suddenly here.

Nell: Yes.

Me: Did you hear the thunderstorm last night?

Nell: Of course. I may be getting older but my hearing is excellent.

Me: If you say so.

Nell: Stop mumbling.

Me: Only a few days ago I was gazing at the sunshine on the fields and now I can hardly see them through the rain.

Nell: I’m glad the Welsh Corgi Choir are wearing their yellow raincoats and hats.

Me: We should really move Sunday Songs to the barn when the weather’s like this.

Nell: They don’t mind. As long as there’s a hot cup of tea and some shortbread later they’ll be fine.

Me: Rather them than me.

Nell: Poppy’s going to make some roast beef sandwiches for their tea, too.

Me: Good.

Nell: Rupert will bike them over after lunch.

Me: Bless him. He’s such a kind wolf.

Nell: Talking of songs, Snoopy and Lucy want the Welsh Corgi Choir to sing the soundtrack for Raiders of the Lost Bark.

Me: How lovely. Do you need anyone to write the words?

Nell: Don’t even think about it. You’re working on the animation series as well as posting conversations every day.

Me: I rather fancy turning my hand to some song lyrics.

Nell: I’m the poet here.

Me: True.

Nell: Have you posted the link to the funding recently? Every penny donated is a step closer to having the animation series become a reality.

Me: People have been so generous already.

Nell: Your followers are growing and some might not have seen the link.

Me: It’s: https://gofund.me/42cc1159

Nell: Good. We’re all in this together and we’re nearly half way there.

Me: It still feels like a dream at the moment.

Nell: It will happen. Trust me. We can do this.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

Me: Look at you having cuddles with Tony.

Nell: He’s not only David’s friend, you know.

Me: Pushing your way through.

Nell: I simply made myself known to him. Tony and I have a special bond.

Me: Dave might be feeling a little jealous now.

Nell: He’ll have to deal with it.

Me: How’s Harriet dealing with Bumper leaving?

Nell: She’s sad but she understands. His home is in the US.

Me: Yes, and they can still write to each other.

Nell: It’s more FaceTiming and texting nowadays.

Me: I know but writing sounds more romantic.

Nell: Let’s leave romance out of it, please. They’re just friends.

Me: That wasn’t what I meant.

Nell: I know.

Me: You’ve been in a very good mood recently. I think it’s because you’ve lost weight and are feeling a little lighter on your paws.

Nell: You’ve lost weight too.

Me: It’s all the walking.

Nell: Keep it up.

Me: I will.

Nell: Poppy has applied for stage manager.

Me: I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Nell.

Nell: It isn’t. Poppy has far too much to do already.

Me: And she’s a bit too fierce.

Nell: She threw a bagel at Babycakes Gillespie this morning. It knocked his hat off.

Me: Why?

Nell: She was aiming at a Beefy and he got in the way.

Me: Are the Beefies still wearing napkins around their necks?

Nell: No. They’ve moved on to medallions.

Me: Beefies love a bit of bling.

Nell: They’re in the shape of a large B. How tacky is that?

Me: It is a bit.

Nell: You wouldn’t catch me with an N around my neck.

Me: Dave wears a silver chain.

Nell: It’s his mayoral chain. That’s completely different.

Me: Except it isn’t.

Nell: Don’t start that again.

Me: Sorry.