Me: The good thing about walking on the beach is even on grey days it’s still invigorating.
Nell: I agree.
Me: Did we find out who stole the bacon?
Nell: I believe Sally has a few leads.
Me: I’m wearing one around my neck right now.
Nell: Very funny.
Me: I hope we don’t lose any more bacon. The Welsh Corgi Choir could hardly sing once they arrived and the llamas were listless.
Nell: There’s nothing worse than a listless llama.
Me: I know. Much as I complain about their exuberance I would far rather they were cartwheeling than moping around in pyjamas.
Nell: Rupert went out earlier this morning with Frau Hoffmann to fetch some bacon so there might be bacon sandwiches waiting for us when we get home.
Me: I hope so. It would be the perfect start to the week.
Nell: I don’t believe it.
Me: No, it really would. I can even smell bacon just thinking about it.
Nell: Look over there in the car park next to the Gastrobus.
Me: Where? Oh, that food van wasn’t there earlier.
Nell: Look at the sign.
Me: ‘Beefy Bacon Baps. The Best in Devon.’
Nell: It’s absolutely outrageous.
Me: There’s quite a queue. Unusual for a Monday.
Nell: They’ve probably been advertising. I thought I heard them shouting ‘bacon’ this morning when I went into the garden.
Me: Yes. I heard that, too, but I thought they were just being mean.
Nell: They were.
Me: You’re not going to like this. Look who’s cooking the bacon.
Nell: Lionel King?
Me: I told you he was a baddy, Nell. He probably stole it.
Nell: I’m so disappointed. I thought he’d finally changed.
Me: I’m afraid he’s been lion to us the whole time.
Nell: Too early.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
