Me: It’s funny how round you labs can appear from a certain angle. Harriet looks quite portly and so does Davey.
Nell: Don’t call him Davey.
Me: He doesn’t mind.
Nell: Now, you’re still very busy but you have to take Harriet down to the sea soon. She’s pining for it.
Me: It’s just so much further away now.
Nell: I know and the beaches are full of Grockles on their Easter holidays.
Me: You shouldn’t call the tourists that.
Nell: They don’t know.
Me: I’d take her with me this afternoon if I could, but dogs aren’t invited.
Nell: Take her where?
Me: The Cottage Hotel. I’m going to a Wednesday Writers afternoon tea.
Nell: At the Cottage Hotel?
Me: Yes.
Nell: My favourite place?
Me: Yes.
Nell: Never mind Harriet. What about me?
Me: You can’t come, Nell. None of you can.
Nell: I don’t believe this.
Me: I haven’t seen the other writers in person for absolutely ages.
Nell: Take some photos to remind us of what we’re missing.
Me: Don’t be like that.
Nell: I’m only joking. Have a lovely time. You deserve it.
Me: Thank you.
Nell: Harriet isn’t the only one missing the sea. I know you are, too.
Me: Yes, It will do me good.
Nell: It definitely will. And I wasn’t joking about the photos.
Me: I think the Puppies are missing our window.
Nell: We all are.
Me: It’s strange having a bus stop across the road.
Nell: Some would call it convenient.
Me: Yes. Kev and I are going to get our bus passes when he turns 66 in August.
Nell: Something to look forward to.
Me: I suppose so.
Nell: Will there be scones this afternoon?
Me: Yes, with jam and clotted cream.
Nell: I thought so.
Me: Sorry.
