Me: The Definition of Happiness has to be Harriet out on a walk.
Nell: Yes.
Me: Especially if water is involved.
Nell: She loves a swim.
Me: Or a paddle.
Nell: I used to enjoy a paddle.
Me: You still do.
Nell: I can’t get down the river bank anymore.
Me: No, but you can manage the stream near home.
Nell: On a good day.
Me: We have to make the most of good days at our age.
Nell: I intend to make the most of every day.
Me: That’s a very positive approach.
Nell: Starting with bacon.
Me: Bacon?
Nell: It’s Saturday and you’re home again.
Me: Quite right.
Nell: David is half-starved.
Me: I wouldn’t say that.
Nell: Harriet needs sustenance.
Me: True.
Nell: And Nigel is visiting.
Me: Yes. And who doesn’t enjoy a bacon sandwich at the weekend?
Nell: Compton Pauncefoot.
Me: Never mind him. ‘Orrible Nasty.
Nell: He’s hiding in the house somewhere.
Me: No, he isn’t.
Nell: He’ll be behind the unpacked boxes in Kev’s studio room.
Me: No, he won’t.
Nell: Or on top of the chest of drawers with the Stuffed Tiger pretending to be a Cuddle Nell.
Me: Nonsense.
Nell: Malcolm thought he saw him waiting for a bus the other day.
Me: Malcolm doesn’t even know what he looks like.
Nell: He can guess.
Me: Anyone can guess.
Nell: My friend Dorothy saw him eating fish and chips down at the Quay with the Beefies.
Me: It was probably just a tourist.
Nell: Grockles don’t have whiny voices.
Me: Some might.
Nell: Either way, I’m not going to let some Nasty Pescatarian ruin my Saturday.
Me: Good. Bacon sandwiches for all.
Nell: Let’s just start with us, shall we? We’re not quite ready to feed the village.
Me: No. Sorry.
