Me: The thing about Harriet on the beach is she comes and she goes.
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: When I call her she comes running towards us, no matter how far away she is, and it’s lovely and exciting.
Nell: Yes?
Me: And then, just before she gets to us, she turns around and runs back to Kev and Dave.
Nell: Harriet likes to include everyone.
Me: I just want to give her a quick cuddle.
Nell: Harriet doesn’t have time for cuddles when she’s on the beach.
Me: I suppose not.
Nell: She has sand to cover and sea to surf.
Me: True. It was ever so foggy, wasn’t it?
Nell: Yes. We couldn’t even see the island.
Me: I always find it strange knowing something’s there but you can’t see it.
Nell: Don’t start.
Me: I’m not starting anything.
Nell: Yes, you are. You have far too much imagination for your own good.
Me: Talking of something being there and you can’t see it, who would have thought Catkin would have been on top of the wardrobe?
Nell: I blame the Stuffed Tiger. It could have saved us a lot of time and worry by telling us she was there.
Me: It’s stuffed, Nell. It can’t talk.
Nell: That’s what it wants us to think. Sly creature.
Me: You’re as bad as Nigel. He hates it.
Nell: Nigel knows that tiger is trouble.
Me: Well, Catkin loves it. She was snuggled up between its paws as happy as Larry.
Nell: Who’s Larry? Another kitten?
Me: It’s an informal expression. Happy as Larry means extremely happy.
Nell: Kindly leave Larry out of it.
Me: There isn’t a Larry.
Nell: I’ve got more than enough on my paws without you bringing Larry into it.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
