Me: The upside to this weather is we had the beach almost to ourselves.
Nell: The downside is the wind and rain.
Me: Harriet doesn’t care.
Nell: David and I don’t mind a little rain but the wind can play havoc with your ears.
Me: Why did you take your hat off?
Nell: I didn’t want it to get wet.
Me: Is there any more news on the potential buyer, apart from the fact the house is too small for her?
Nell: Yes. Henry and Horst reported back at Morning Thoughts.
Me: What did they say?
Nell: You’re not going to believe this.
Me: I might.
Nell: There might have been another reason why the house wasn’t right for her.
Me: Tell me.
Nell: Herr Hoffmann was supposed to be asleep in The Barn.
Me: What’s Herr Hoffmann got to do with the buyer?
Nell: Nobody could have predicted this.
Me: Predicted what?
Nell: I mean, did you know bears walked in their sleep?
Me: What happened?
Nell: The lady was walking around the kitchen when Herr Hoffmann appeared in his nightshirt and hat.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: She screamed.
Me: Understandably.
Nell: And the estate agent wasn’t too happy either.
Me: What did Herr Hoffmann do?
Nell: He made some scrambled eggs on toast.
Me: What?
Nell: The llamas said the eggs were delicious and enough for everyone if they’d been hungry.
Me: What have the llamas got to do with this?
Nell: You know you told them not to cartwheel past the window?
Me: Yes.
Nell: They didn’t listen.
Me: Typical.
Nell: It was fortunate in one way, because when they saw what was going on they escorted Herr Hoffmann back to his bed in The Barn.
Me: I don’t believe this.
Nell: Told you.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
