Nell: Why have you posted a photo of Harriet looking at herself in the mirror?
Me: Is that what I’ve done?
Nell: Yes, I’m looking at the photo now.
Me: Are you sure?
Nell: Good grief. I know what I’m looking at.
Me: Let’s just say. All is not at it seems.
Nell: Look, it’s Monday morning and there are still boxes to be unpacked so forgive me if I don’t want to spend all morning looking at a photo of the back of Harriet’s head.
Me: Fair enough. We’ll just leave it as The Mysterious Photo. Someone is bound to notice and if they do they can let me know.
Nell: Moving on, yesterday was a difficult day but we got through it.
Me: Yes, we did.
Nell: And the sun is shining.
Me: It is. Can you really not see what is strange about the photo?
Nell: Stop right now.
Me: Just asking.
Nell: Well, don’t. Now, what’s your opinion of asparagus?
Me: I love delicate green asparagus tips steamed and served with melted butter but I’m not so keen on the big fat white asparagus you get in Germany, although I don’t mind it in a soup.
Nell: I asked for your opinion not a three act play.
Me: You’re a bit grumpy this morning.
Nell: I didn’t sleep well for some reason.
Me: Maybe you overdid it running after that terrier yesterday?
Nell: It’s possible.
Me: Why do you want to know about asparagus?
Nell: The Beefies threw some at Malcolm this morning. They probably thought it was seaweed.
Me: Where did they get it?
Nell: That remains a mystery, but Herr Hoffmann is thinking of preparing it for lunch.
Me: A mystery. Just like my photo.
Nell: Don’t start all that again, please.
Me: Sorry.
