Nell: Password, please.
Me: Don’t start that again.
Nell: You’re not coming into my semicircle of power without saying the password.
Me: But I don’t know what the password is.
Nell: Stay where you are then, please.
Me: This is ridiculous.
Nell: Learn from David. He’s waiting patiently.
Me: What’s the point in waiting? The password isn’t going to magically drop out of the sky.
Nell: Talking of which, hard hats will still need to be worn at home. The Beefies are furious.
Me: I know. They nearly knocked Malcolm over with a mackerel.
Nell: Herr Hoffmann just catches them in his paws and says, ‘Naughty little girls.’
Me: I never think of the Beefies as girls. They’re always boys in my head.
Nell: He means gulls. It’s his German accent.
Me: I know. Why is Claudette angry with Dave? I heard her shouting at him in the garden.
Nell: It wasn’t real shouting.
Me: Yes, it was. I don’t speak Raven, but she was definitely jolly cross with him about something.
Nell: Let’s hope the Beefies agree.
Me: That’s not very nice, Nell.
Nell: Nobody must know they are friends.
Me: But they sang a duet at Sunday Songs.
Nell: ‘Anything you can do’ is an arguing song and the Beefies weren’t invited.
Me: Fair enough. Where are the diamonds, by the way?
Nell: Somewhere safe for now.
Me: For now?
Nell: Sally will be collecting them soon and returning them to their rightful owner.
Me: I hope Dave doesn’t have to do any more deliveries.
Nell: David has been fired for Gross Ineptitude.
Me: Harsh. What about Lionel?
Nell: He’s still frying bacon.
Me: I don’t trust that lion.
Nell: Calm down. It’s your birthday tomorrow and you need to be worry-free and well-rested.
Me: I’ll try. Sorry.
