Me: I know you’re watching me. I can feel your eyes.
Nell: I’m just doing my job.
Me: There’s no need to worry. I’ll bounce back soon.
Nell: Bouncing is not required. A smile will do.
Me: There.
Nell: Never do that again.
Me: I was smiling.
Nell: You looked like David after he tasted a lemon.
Me: Dave definitely doesn’t like lemons. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: The Cat loves a squeeze of lemon on smoked salmon, or a slice in a G and T.
Me: The Cat enjoys the finer things in life.
Nell: It’s started wearing silk pyjamas.
Me: Really?
Nell: And now the llamas want them, too.
Me: I’m not sure silk pyjamas are suitable for outside.
Nell: Exactly. Plain cotton is fine.
Me: Not in the rain.
Nell: They have raincoats and umbrellas.
Me: They’re better off going commando.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: Wearing nothing.
Nell: I know what it means.
Me: Outside animals don’t really need clothes.
Nell: Are you telling me that the Welsh Corgi Choir are no longer allowed to dress up for Sunday Songs?
Me: Of course not.
Nell: Or that Rupert should stop wearing cardigans?
Me: Goodness me, no. Knitwear Wolf without his cardigan is inconceivable.
Nell: Quite.
Me: They’ll definitely need dressing gowns soon.
Nell: Who will?
Me: The llamas. Autumn is here and the nights are drawing in.
Nell: It’s the 3rd September. Summer has only just said goodbye.
Me: Like Alice.
Nell: Did she arrive safely in Brighton?
Me: Yes. The hotel is lovely and only a few minutes from the sea.
Nell: Good. When is her presentation?
Me: Thursday morning.
Nell: Excellent.
Me: It’s just odd knowing she’s still in the UK but not here with me.
Nell: I understand.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
