Me: Something is going on.
Nell: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Me: Dave is oblivious as usual, darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy, but you and Harriet are on high alert.
Nell: Stuff and nonsense.
Me: I could see you watching my every move.
Nell: Why on earth would we be doing that?
Me: I have no idea. I don’t even have any food. Harriet was fairly blatant about it, but you were sneaky and watched me behind Dave’s huge head.
Nell: You’re letting your imagination run away with you again.
Me: Not the first time someone’s said that to me.
Nell: Back in the real world, what do you think about horses and paddle boarding?
Me: Don’t tell me John Mane is going to paddle board to the island?
Nell: Rupert does it all the time.
Me: I know. The first time we saw Knitwear Wolf he was paddleboarding at Hope Cove.
Nell: He was.
Me: I don’t think there’s room for a horse on a paddle board.
Nell: Maybe not.
Me: Unless they could fit two together like a catamaran?
Nell: Too risky.
Me: I think we should approach Trundle the sea tractor again and ask him to reconsider.
Nell: You do realise Trundle isn’t actually the one making the decisions, don’t you?
Me: How do you know?
Nell: Good grief.
Me: If people looked at us they might think I’m the one making the decisions and we both know that isn’t true.
Nell: The mere idea.
Me: Exactly.
Nell: I’m not a sea tractor.
Me: Anyway, I think John Mane should just roll up there and get on.
Nell: Have you ever ridden a horse?
Me: It was a pony in the African mountains and it was a disaster.
Nell: Just asking.
Me: Not happening. Sorry.
