Nell: Stop sneezing.
Me: They’re saying the pollen count is low but I‘m not so sure.
Nell: Let’s hope it’s not a cold.
Me: Yes, I really don’t want one of those. Did you see all those midges dancing in the sunlight?
Nell: They’re annoying little creatures.
Me: They looked magical, like a cloud of fairies.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: I could get used to this sunny weather
Nell: Couldn’t we all?
Me: I hope it stays like this for Chris’s visit in June.
Nell: He won’t care. Visiting us is all that matters.
Me: There’s nothing like a walk with you all in the sunshine. It does the soul good.
Nell: Harriet can never stop running in and out of the water.
Me: Nigel went for a swim too. He loves the river.
Nell: How was Plymouth?
Me: Busy as always, although we only really saw the hospital.
Nell: Is all well?
Me: It will be eventually.
Nell: I’m glad we live so close to your sister.
Me: So is she.
Nell: There’s nothing like family.
Me: And good friends.
Nell: Yes, we are fortunate to have both.
Me: We are.
Nell: Talking of friends, my friend Dorothy says word on the street is Stephen Seagull is holding a poker night at his new apartment in the Stately Home.
Me: You should tell The Cat. It plays a mean game of poker.
Nell: I can’t see The Cat playing anything with a Beefy.
Me: Doesn’t Knitwear Wolf play?
Nell: Rupert enjoys the odd game with Beauregard and the Big Cats but the real players are Henry and Horst.
Me: One moment. What Big Cats?
Nell: Tigers and lions, of course.
Me: And they play poker with Henry and Horst?
Nell: Every Tuesday evening. Do keep up.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
