Me: You dogs are funny.
Nell: What do you mean?
Me: You went crazy when I got home.
Nell: We were rather pleased to see you.
Me: Harriet couldn’t even speak because she was so overcome.
Nell: She pined while you were away.
Me: Bless her. But once you saw I was really home and not going anywhere, you all fell asleep.
Nell: We were exhausted. Missing someone is awfully tiring.
Me: Sometimes I think I’m never going to not be tired again.
Nell: It will pass.
Me: I’m so glad I went on the writers’ retreat. It was truly inspiring.
Nell: Good.
Me: They’re running them again next year at the end of February and November.
Nell: You should reserve your place.
Me: Can we afford it?
Nell: We’ll find a way.
Me: What do you think of Miss Penny Lane?
Nell: She’s nice enough for a seagull.
Me: Not all seagulls are bad. Susan’s lovely even if her father is Stephen Seagull.
Nell: I know.
Me: And Terry’s a really helpful seagull.
Nell: Yes. If I’m Booking a Beefy I always ask for him.
Me: Susan’s taken Penny under her wing. See what I did there?
Nell: Very droll. Yes. The Nest is the best place for her to stay and Malcolm doesn’t mind.
Me: Malcolm is such a polite flamingo.
Nell: He wasn’t very polite when he saw David had drunk most of the gravy.
Me: He thought it was soup. It’s an easy mistake to make.
Nell: It was in a gravy boat.
Me: Easier to drink.
Nell: Roast beef isn’t the same without gravy.
Me: The Yorkshire puddings weren’t too bad.
Nell: They were dry and crunchy.
Me: I suppose some gravy might have saved them.
Nell: We’ll never know, will we?
Me: No. Sorry.
