Me: I love the photo Chris took of you and me walking to the beach. It’s so us.
Nell: It was hailing.
Me: I know, but then the sun came out and everything was sparkling.
Nell: It was beautiful.
Me: And you walked really well. The best in ages.
Nell: I enjoyed it.
Me: The kite surfers are always a joy to watch. The way they float up into the sky.
Nell: Don’t even think about it.
Me: I just like the idea.
Nell: Keep your feet firmly on the sand.
Me: I’ll do my best.
Nell: Not that you will, of course. You’ve far too much imagination for your own good.
Me: I’ve heard that before.
Nell: At the first chance you’ll be floating off somewhere.
Me: It must be wonderful to be a bird.
Nell: And there we go.
Me: Gliding along with the wind beneath your wings.
Nell: Talking of birds, they are definitely gathering.
Me: Who?
Nell: The rooks.
Me: Where?
Nell: The Thurlestone Hotel.
Me: What?
Nell: They’re having a conference at the Thurlestone Hotel on Black Friday.
Me: Chris and I were going to go there for lunch. It’s his last day in Devon.
Nell: Well, see if you can find out anything.
Me: Shall I wear my all-encasing hat?
Nell: Definitely not.
Me: What about a wire?
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: In case I interview a rook.
Nell: All you need to do is have a little look around.
Me: How do you even start a conversation with a rook?
Nell: How’s your French?
Me: Awful, but my German is good.
Nell: Most of them are French.
Me: NOIR is the Notorious Organisation of International Rooks so some of them must be German.
Nell: Just observe. Don’t engage.
Me: Ok. Sorry.
