Me: It’s unusual to see you on the bed.
Nell: Kev lifted me onto it.
Me: Well, I’m delighted to see you.
Nell: David was taking up most of the bed as usual but Kev made him move.
Me: He can be a bit of a bed hogger. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Now, tell me where you were yesterday? You were gone for ages.
Me: Kev and I went to look at a little cottage in the middle of nowhere.
Nell: Why?
Me: We thought it might be somewhere we could all live.
Nell: And?
Me: And I think it might be.
Nell: What’s it like?
Me: It’s a little bit run down and unloved at the moment, but its heart is in the right place and it has a pretty garden.
Nell: We have to sell this house first.
Me: I know, but the new estate agents are on the case and we have another viewing on Friday.
Nell: I don’t want to leave here.
Me: Sadly we have no choice but to sell. We can’t afford to stay here.
Nell: I know.
Me: I’d like to say a big thank you to those of you who kindly supported us by buying cups of Earl Grey. It really does mean a lot.
Nell: Yes. Thank you.
Me: On another note, what are we going to do about Herr Hoffmann and the Beefies?
Nell: I’m afraid I’ve had to call in Owl Pacino and the Royal Owl Force.
Me: What are they going to do?
Nell: They’re setting up a Beefy Patrol.
Me: What’s that?
Nell: Any Beefy caught singing in, or around, the back garden will be asked to leave.
Me: They won’t listen.
Nell: We’re talking professional fighter owls here. They’ll listen, alright.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
