Me: The weather is perfect for walking at the moment, isn’t it? Sunny, but not too warm.
Nell: Yes.
Me: Harriet and Dave enjoyed a swim in the river.
Nell: David tried to play Cheeky Animals with me. Silly animal.
Me: He was having fun. Bless him.
Nell: It sounded like you had fun with Alice last night.
Me: We had a lovely dinner at the local pub and walked home in the starlight.
Nell: You didn’t have to be so loud.
Me: I walked through nettles, Nell. I got stung everywhere because they were as tall as me.
Nell: Why did you do that?
Me: The Devon lanes are small. I had to jump out of the way of a car.
Nell: You haven’t jumped in years.
Me: Well, clamber then. I clambered into a field of nettles.
Nell: A very foolish thing to do.
Me: Yes, I know that now.
Nell: Moving on, what’s your opinion on Starlings?
Me: I’m not sure I have one.
Nell: Owl Pacino says they’re bullies.
Me: Have you been talking to Owl Pacino?
Nell: Yes. He popped round with Tawny Tim yesterday evening for a cup of tea and a sandwich.
Me: That can’t have been the only reason.
Nell: He wanted to look at the top of the wardrobe, if you must know.
Me: And?
Nell: He found evidence of Starlings.
Me: Oh no! We’re never going to get that clean.
Nell: I’m talking feathers.
Me: Well, that’s a relief.
Nell: The Stuffed Tiger also appears to be involved.
Me: It can’t help but be involved, Nell. It’s sitting on top of the wardrobe and it can’t go anywhere.
Nell: Why not?
Me: It’s stuffed.
Nell: There’s more to that tiger than meets the eye. Mark my paws.
Me: Ok. Sorry.
