Me: I’m glad being seven hasn’t stopped the puppies from playing.
Nell: Why? What are they doing?
Me: Harriet is having one of her Crazy Five Minutes and Davey is joining in.
Nell: Don’t call him Davey, please. He’s the Mayor of Kingsbridge.
Me: He’s still my boy.
Nell: Talking of boys, England is playing football tonight.
Me: Yes, I know and I will be watching.
Nell: Harry wants David to fly over to Germany to support the team.
Me: Prince Harry does?
Nell: Of course not. Harry Kane, the England captain. Do try and be a little realistic.
Me: Oh, I see. Why does he need Dave?
Nell: David trained with the team a few years ago and they’ve kept in touch ever since. Don’t you remember?
Me: Vaguely. Is he going?
Nell: No, he is not. It’s too short notice. There won’t be any flights.
Me: If Poppy was still here she would have flown him over.
Nell: Well, she isn’t. She and Mutley will be watching, however.
Me: Do they have television up there?
Nell: They’re Guardians. They can see everywhere.
Me: Oh yes.
Nell: Now, foodwise what are we thinking? Pizza? Hot dogs?
Me: I quite fancy a baked potato with beans and cheese.
Nell: You can’t eat a baked potato with your paws.
Me: Does that matter?
Nell: Of course it matters.
Me: Could I have a fish ciabatta?
Nell: What’s wrong with you?
Me: Nothing.
Nell: If you suggest a prawn cocktail I shall be very annoyed.
Me: That would be amazing.
Nell: That’s it. You’re having pizza, or hot dogs, like everyone else. It’s easy and you can wave it around.
Me: Why would I want to do that?
Nell: England are playing. You’re not going to be sitting still.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
