Me: I’ve been doing some thinking.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: Yesterday, we spent the whole day waiting for Alice to arrive.
Nell: Not the whole day. You collected her at 5pm.
Me: It felt like ages to me.
Nell: That’s because you’re very bad at Waiting.
Me: Unlike you, you mean?
Nell: I’m an excellent Waiter.
Me: Not all the time. When it comes to food you’re absolutely dreadful.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: But I must admit you were the best at Waiting for Alice yesterday.
Nell: Thank you.
Me: You just got onto the yellow chair and crossed your paws.
Nell: I can monitor the room from there, as well as all comings and goings, and still remain comfortable.
Me: The puppies waited by the window.
Nell: They like to watch the gate, and stop calling them puppies. They turned 7 in June.
Me: They’ll always be puppies to me. Dave was theoretically comfortable, with his head on one of Knitwear Wolf’s soft blankets.
Nell: Theoretically?
Me: Yes. He wasn’t really resting.
Nell: That’s all part of a Labrador’s skill. One needs to appear relaxed and at ease while actually being ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice.
Me: Harriet’s usually very good at Waiting but she wasn’t yesterday.
Nell: I think she’s exhausted from all the Spying. She and Mothew were in a meeting with Sally for over an hour.
Me: With Sally?
Nell: Yes.
Me: What about?
Nell: I have no idea, and if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.
Me: I can keep a secret.
Nell: Yes, but not very well.
Me: If Mothew is involved it must be about the top of the wardrobe.
Nell: Maybe. If only that Stuffed Tiger could talk.
Me: Well, it can’t. It’s stuffed. Sorry.
