Me: Wasn’t it glorious down on the beach? What a difference the sun makes.
Nell: It was very cold.
Me: You should live in Canada. Chris sent me photos of the snow in Toronto. Marvin had to wear a warm coat.
Nell: How Harriet can go swimming is quite beyond me.
Me: You used to go swimming in your younger days.
Nell: Watching from the beach is fine.
Me: I’m so glad Herr Hoffmann is awake again.
Nell: I think the sunshine is helping.
Me: He’s still rather tired but hopefully he can take over from Babycakes Gillespie.
Nell: Babycakes needs to stick to bagels.
Me: That’s a bit harsh.
Nell: The roast wasn’t right. Poppy gave it 5 out of 10.
Me: Poppy didn’t try it.
Nell: She knew.
Me: You mean you told her.
Nell: No need.
Me: It tasted better than it looked.
Nell: We need to sit down with Herr Hoffmann and discuss the future.
Me: I think organising breakfast is enough for now.
Nell: Now, you’re not going to like this, but Lionel King wants to cook us all lunch.
Me: I beg your pardon?
Nell: He caught some fresh sea bass this morning and he wants to serve it with a sauce vierge and new potatoes.
Me: Absolutely not.
Nell: Rupert thinks it’s a good idea.
Me: He does?
Nell: Yes. He says we should give Lionel a chance and it might be the making of him.
Me: I thought Knitwear Wolf had more sense.
Nell: Rupert thinks Lionel needs a change of direction.
Me: Yes. To somewhere far far away.
Nell: Wait and see. You might be surprised.
Me: I doubt it.
Nell: Sea bass is your favourite fish.
Me: I know.
Nell: New Year. New Lionel.
Me: I don’t believe that. Sorry.
