Nell: What is David doing?
Me: He’s looking out across the countryside like a king surveying his realm.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: He’s truly regal.
Nell: He’s going to fall off that bank if he climbs any higher.
Me: Nonsense. He’s perfectly safe. Let him have his magnificent moment.
Nell: I suppose he should enjoy it while he can.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: I’m afraid his days as Mayor of Kingsbridge are over.
Me: Why?
Nell: We’ve moved out of the area.
Me: Only a little bit.
Nell: A little bit is all that’s needed. He no longer qualifies.
Me: Does he know?
Nell: Not yet. We thought he should enjoy Easter first.
Me: Could he be mayor of somewhere else?
Nell: Totnes. But it’s a big town. There will be stiff competition.
Me: He can do it. Just look at him. Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Personally, I think he should continue as Mayor of Kingsbridge. Nobody minds if he lives somewhere else.
Me: Don’t they?
Nell: Not if we don’t tell them.
Me: I’m not sure it works quite like that.
Nell: I think we carry on as is until someone tells us to stop.
Me: Which they will.
Nell: Then we will campaign.
Me: Maybe he could be mayor of the village?
Nell: That’s an interesting idea.
Me: Although we’ve only just moved here. People don’t really know us yet.
Nell: They definitely know us. Don’t you worry. The llamas have seen to that, not to mention the Welsh corgi choir and the Whippets Institute Big Band.
Me: The Easter Bonnet Parade would be the perfect opportunity for David to launch his campaign.
Nell: Yes, he can wear his mayoral hat and chain.
Me: Even if it’s actually a dog lead.
Nell: Enough.
Me: Sorry.
