Nell: David’s taken things too far again.
Me: Why? What has he done?
Nell: Kev was giving him a comforting cuddle on the sofa because of the disaster at breakfast when things got out of control.
Me: What disaster at breakfast?
Nell: David overcooked the boiled eggs this morning so we had to send them back.
Me: Send them back? It’s not a restaurant, Nell.
Nell: Boiled eggs at breakfast need to be dippy. Everyone knows that. What are you going to do with your soldiers if the yolk is hard?
Me: Some people might prefer a hard boiled egg.
Nell: Hard boiled eggs are for picnics. Do keep up.
Me: What happened with Kev?
Nell: David climbed on top of him and knocked him over.
Me: Kev won’t mind.
Nell: What if he does that to a visiting dignitary?
Me: Are we expecting a visiting dignitary?
Nell: He’s the Mayor of Kingsbridge. It could happen at any time.
Me: He’s just affectionate. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Moving on, tomorrow is Halloween.
Me: I know.
Nell: Do you have a costume?
Me: No, I don’t.
Nell: You’d best pop over to the Big House and have a look in The Cat’s dressing up box.
Me: Must I?
Me: Halloween never used to be a thing.
Nell: Well, it is now, especially with the younger animals and the llamas.
Me: Are they trick and treating?
Nell: Of course, but no sweets this year. Llamas are excitable at the best of times, they don’t need sugary treats.
Me: A handful of hay isn’t very exciting.
Nell: Nobody mentioned hay. Fresh fruit will do.
Me: If I was a llama a slice of apple wouldn’t get me cartwheeling.
Nell: Nothing will get you cartwheeling. Be honest.
Me: Yes. Sorry.