Me: There’s nothing like a group of snuggly dog faces. Look at darling Harriet.
Nell: Kindly stop taking photos of us and get back into bed. You’re not well.
Me: I’m just a bit run down, Nell. I think it’s all this looking at houses and talking to estate agents.
Nell: Back into bed. We need to discuss yesterday’s afternoon tea.
Me: Tell me again what happened.
Nell: Stephen Seagull arrived in a bow tie carrying a bunch of seaweed in his beak.
Me: Unusual, but interesting, and better than mackerel, I suppose.
Nell: Only just.
Me: Yes.
Nell: Malcolm showed him into the living room where he decided to sit on the Stuffed Tiger.
Me: How very surprising.
Nell: The tiger thought so.
Me: It always looks like that.
Nell: Anyway, Susan engaged him in polite conversation until Miss Penny Lane arrived.
Me: How did she manage that? The Stuffed Tiger has never said a word to me.
Nell: I’m talking about Stephen Seagull.
Me: Of course.
Nell: When Penny walked in Stephen bowed and took off his hat.
Me: You never mentioned a hat.
Nell: Didn’t I? Then afternoon tea arrived and Stephen asked Penny to join him on the Stuffed Tiger.
Me: It is quite big.
Nell: That’s not the point. She refused and told him in no uncertain terms what she thought of him and his evil gang of Beefies.
Me: Was he offended?
Nell: Not at all. He loved it almost as much as the soggy sandwiches David brought him.
Me: So, you went down the bad tea route?
Nell: We decided on half and half. Soggy sandwiches but fluffy light scones.
Me: Good idea.
Nell: He dipped them in his tea.
Me: How disgusting.
Nell: Fluffy scones are wasted on Beefies.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
