Me: What a difference a day makes. Yesterday was glorious sunshine and today we’re back to grey skies and rain.
Nell: Yesterday was a little too warm for me.
Me: That’s why we walked later in the afternoon.
Nell: The yacht club was extremely busy.
Me: It’s holiday time. Everywhere is busy.
Nell: My friend Dorothy says Pamela is suffering terribly from the heat.
Me: Is that Pamela the Pyrenean Mountain Dog who made a comment about your weight at the vets?
Nell: Yes. Most uncalled for. Those public weigh ins are dreadful.
Me: She’s probably more used to mountains.
Nell: What are you talking about? Pamela is Devonshire born and bred.
Me: It’s in her name.
Nell: Pamela?
Me: No. Mountain Dog.
Nell: Ron Gilbert the Great Dane from Torquay employs Australian Cattle Dogs on his building team. It doesn’t mean he flies them in from Sydney.
Me: I’ve had an awful thought.
Nell: Tell me.
Me: Do you think the Welsh Corgi Choir might not actually be Welsh?
Nell: No. They’re Welsh through and through even though they live in Devon.
Me: Thank goodness for that. I love their Welshness.
Nell: There’s no such word.
Me: Imagine if one of them turned out to be Irish.
Nell: Let’s leave Irish to the Wolfhounds and Setters.
Me: Is Dorothy Irish?
Nell: Dorothy is a Salcombe Setter.
Me: She could still be Irish. She has beautiful red hair. I wonder if Harriet has some Irish in her, too?
Nell: What?
Me: Her hair has a reddish hue in the sunlight.
Nell: Harriet is a pedigree Oxfordshire chocolate Labrador.
Me: Yes. Harriet is Harriet and you are you.
Nell: And that’s all that matters.
Me: True.
Nell: Enough chatting. It’s time for breakfast. Saturday Kitchen is starting soon.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
