Shout it Out

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.

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