Me: Good morning from beautiful wild and windy Hope Cove.

Nell: How’s the Writers Retreat going?

Me: Really well. Spending time with other writers is exactly what I needed. They’re a lovely group of people.

Nell: Those two don’t look like writers.

Me: Ruby and Charlie?

Nell: On first names already I see.

Me: They were so well behaved during afternoon tea that I took their photos.

Nell: I love a cream tea.

Me: I know.

Nell: But it seems my cream tea days are over.

Me: I’m sure Dave could have another go at making Poppy’s scones.

Nell: David’s far too sad to make scones.

Me: You all look a bit down in the dumps, if I may say so.

Nell: Can you blame us? Condemned to sharing a bed under the kitchen table. Tealess and alone.

Me: You’re not alone.

Nell: It’s fine. Don’t worry about us. Enjoy your time with your new friends and their dogs.

Me: Ruby and Charlie were just visiting dogs. One of the writers has actually brought her dog with her but it wasn’t there for tea.

Nell: I beg your pardon? If any dog is joining the writers retreat it should be me. ‘Conversations with Nell’. Remember?

Me: I’ve talked about you an awful lot, if that helps.

Nell: Unbelievable.

Me: And guess what was waiting for me in my room?

Nell: Another dog?

Me: No. A parcel and a letter from Erica and Meg.

Nell: Do I know them?

Me: No, but they know you from our conversations.

Nell: What was in the parcel?

Me: Miss Penny Lane.

Nell: Who?

Me: It’s a long story, Nell, and probably best discussed another time.

Nell: Tell me now.

Me: She’s a chicken and she needs a home.

Nell: I knew it.

Me: Sorry.

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