Me: You really enjoyed your walk to the beach yesterday, didn’t you?
Nell: I did.
Me: The sun was shining and the sky was blue and the sea had an almost turquoise hue.
Nell: The island was certainly looking beautiful. It’s starring in another television series, you know.
Me: Yes, an Agatha Christie adaptation. Kev and I are watching it.
Nell: Agatha certainly loved the island.
Me: Her writing studio is still there. You can stay in it.
Nell: I know. Lionel invited me.
Me: Lionel King can’t afford to stay there. He’s still cooking bacon for the Beefies.
Nell: He is working undercover for Sally. I don’t know why you don’t believe me.
Me: I don’t trust him.
Nell: Anyway, he has access to the Agatha Christie Beach House.
Me: He probably stole the keys.
Nell: You’re being silly now.
Me: And what would Knitwear Wolf say?
Nell: I am my own Labrador. I do what I wish.
Me: Like making very bad decisions?
Nell: Do stop. I’m not going to the Beach House with Lionel. It was just nice to be asked.
Me: Does Lionel know we’re moving house?
Nell: Of course he does. Everyone knows.
Me: He’s not coming to The House on the Corner. I want it to be lion-free.
Nell: What about Roary and Mrs King?
Me: That’s different. Although you have a point. Where are they going to live? We can’t have a tree house because we have no trees.
Nell: There are some lovely trees down the lane near the stately home where The Cat will be living.
Me: The Cat is moving to the stately home?
Nell: Yes. It’s found a beautiful apartment.
Me: I’m so glad.
Nell: The Cat was never going to let us move without it.
Me: No. Sorry.
