Me: Why are Nigel and the Puppies watching me like that?
Nell: Yesterday you were really late posting our conversation. They’re probably afraid you’re going to dawdle again.
Me: I’m allowed to dawdle. Yesterday was Sunday. Today is Monday.
Nell: I know.
Me: Sundays are for relaxing but Mondays we need to get up and go and I have to go to Plymouth.
Nell: What if we don’t want to go anywhere?
Me: That’s fine. You can’t come with me anyway.
Nell: And for your information, Sunday was not relaxing at all.
Me: You and Knitwear Wolf loved all the attention. People were clapping you wherever you went.
Nell: I blame Princess for that. She never stops.
Me: It’s a seal thing.
Nell: Yes. At least she and Sir Roger turned the Beefy attack into an event by catching those mackerel.
Me: It was very rude of the Beefies to throw fish at everyone.
Nell: Hooligans. Herr Hoffmann wisely threw them on the barbecue.
Me: The Beefies?
Nell: No. The fish.
Me: Yes. I’m surprised anybody wanted to eat fish thrown by a seagull and caught by a seal but they did.
Nell: David will eat anything, except bananas.
Me: Maybe the villagers thought it was all part of the act?
Nell: Maybe.
Me: I suppose after you’ve seen a wolf riding into the village on a motorbike with a tiger in the sidecar nothing much would surprise you.
Nell: Possibly not. Why are you going to Plymouth?
Me: My sister Charlotte has a hospital appointment.
Nell: I don’t like hospitals.
Me: Neither do I, but I’m very glad they’re there.
Nell: True. Drive carefully, please.
Me: We always do.
Nell: And pop into Barks and Spencer for some of those lovely sandwiches. You forgot last time.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
