Me: Well, yesterday seems to have tired you all out.
Nell: It was rather a busy weekend.
Me: I love the way Harriet has made herself small enough to fit on the arm of my chair.
Nell: That chair has seen better days.
Me: Kev and I were only just saying that. I might get a new one when we move. It’ll do for now.
Nell: Make do and mend.
Me: Talking of yesterday, Herr Hoffmann is an excellent line dancer, isn’t he? Who would have thought it?
Nell: Bears are good at dancing. They’re much lighter on their feet than people realise.
Me: I was impressed.
Nell: We could have done without those cheerleading Beefies.
Me: They adore Herr Hoffmann. He’s a legend in seagull circles.
Nell: But there’s no need to screech his name everywhere he goes.
Me: It is a bit like the Beatles’ fans in the 1960’s. I remember going to see ‘Help’ in the cinema with my parents and girls screaming at the screen.
Nell: I can understand someone getting excited about a bear, but a beetle?
Me: They weren’t real beetles, Nell. It was the name of the band.
Nell: Moving on, you’ll be glad to hear it’s raining again and there’s a warning of strong winds.
Me: This weather is really getting everyone down.
Nell: I know. Even David is feeling depressed and he always looks on the bright side.
Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: A nice cup of tea in front of the fire and a good book is the answer.
Me: Do you remember when Mutley used to read to us?
Nell: I do. Rupert has a lovely voice, too. We’ll ask him. I’m sure he’ll oblige.
Me: He will if you ask him.
Nell: Don’t start.
Me: Sorry.
