Me: There’s something magical about finding clusters of snowdrops on a cold winter’s day.
Nell: Is there?
Me: Yes. It’s like you’ve discovered hidden treasure. It really lifts my spirits.
Nell: Well, that’s good to hear. We all need a lift at this time of the year.
Me: When we were children our mother used to drive miles to show us the primroses growing in the famous Devon banks.
Nell: Did you appreciate them?
Me: Not enough. Did you know primroses are actually rather shy flowers?
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: They tend to hide away.
Nell: I don’t blame them.
Me: But not down here in Devon. In Devon they are loud and proud.
Nell: Really?
Me: Yes. Devon primroses are bold and grow in the hedgerows.
Nell: Moving on, I noticed you taking close-ups of us again.
Me: I love taking portrait photos of you three labs. You’re all so beautiful.
Nell: Most kind.
Me: People compliment me on my photos of you.
Nell: Do they?
Me: Yes. I wonder if I could be a photographer.
Nell: Stop all that nonsense. You’re a writer who also takes photos.
Me: Even that lion likes my photos.
Nell: Lionel King?
Me: Yes.
Nell: Was he here?
Me: Yes. He came to see Dave.
Nell: Did you tell him David was here?
Me: No. You told me not to tell anyone Dave is here so I was definitely not going to tell that lion.
Nell: Good.
Me: But I showed him some of my photos.
Nell: Why?
Me: Because he asked politely to see them.
Nell: It’s strange Lionel was asking for David.
Me: I think it was probably just an excuse to see you.
Nell: Did he ask to see me?
Me: No. Just Dave. And the photos. Sorry.
