Me: You made one of your funny faces when we were out on our walk.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: You sort of tucked your lip in and gave me a disapproving look. I love it.
Nell: You love it?
Me: I love all your faces, Nell. Even the disapproving ones. Especially the disapproving ones, to be honest.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: It was good to see you smiling, though.
Nell: It was an extremely enjoyable walk.
Me: Dave and Harriet had a wonderful time splashing around in the river, didn’t they?
Nell: It’s the best place for them in this weather.
Me: Gladys is thinking of bringing the llamas down there for a river glide.
Nell: Now that is most definitely not a good idea.
Me: Why not? The llamas would have a wonderful time.
Nell: Nobody wants to go for a stroll in a local beauty spot to find the river full of dancing llamas.
Me: I think people would love it.
Nell: One expects the odd mallard, or a well behaved dog, but an overexcited llama is too much.
Me: Well, I disagree. The river is for everyone.
Nell: Gladys and the Llamas have been asked to perform at the village fete, by the way.
Me: Oh good. The children love them.
Nell: They’re going to be line dancing so bring your cowboy hat.
Me: I’m not sure if line dancing is for me but I’m willing to give it a go.
Nell: Rupert has agreed to help Gladys with the organisation. He’s a keen line dancer.
Me: I can imagine.
Nell: So are Henry and Horst.
Me: But they’re woodlice, Nell. Anyone could step on them.
Nell: The insects have their own line well away from the crowd. Do keep up.
Me: Of course. Sorry.
