Nell: What were you discussing with the surveyor’s Jack Russell?
Me: I was only saying hello. It was a darling little thing.
Nell: Jacks aren’t ’darling little things’.
Me: This one was.
Nell: It didn’t even bother to look at the house.
Me: It was waiting politely in the van until the survey was over.
Nell: It was making notes. They always do. Some of the most ruthless journalists I’ve ever met were Jacks.
Me: When have you ever met a ruthless journalist?
Nell: Wouldn’t you like to know?
Me: Yes, I would.
Nell: It’s working for the Daily Growl. Mark my paws.
Me: It was just accompanying the surveyor.
Nell: We’ll see.
Me: Anyway, the survey went well. You labs were wonderfully welcoming.
Nell: David was over affectionate again.
Me: I know. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Why did he think the surveyor would want a tea towel?
Me: I don’t know. He meant well.
Nell: I showed him around the kitchen and living room.
Me: You did and he was impressed.
Nell: Now you need to organise the survey of the little cottage in the middle of nowhere.
Me: I’m working on it.
Nell: Good. We need to get things moving.
Me: If all goes well we should be moving in before Christmas.
Nell: On another note, the Beefies are organising a Halloween ball at the weekend.
Me: Where?
Nell: Burgh Island. Guests are flying in from everywhere.
Me: I’d rather go by sea tractor.
Nell: You’re not invited, unlike me.
Me: What?
Nell: Lionel’s asked me to be his plus one.
Me: You are joking, aren’t you?
Nell: I’m considering it.
Me: You’re not seriously thinking of going to a Beefy Ball with that lion?
Nell: You sound like The Cat.
Me: The Cat’s right. Sorry.
