Me: Well, when I came downstairs I wasn’t expecting to find you in the middle of this uproar.
Nell: It’s Saturday. We’re playing Shenanigans.
Me: You‘re a bunch of hooligans.
Nell: We’re having fun.
Me: Yes, and I’m delighted to see you joining in.
Nell: We oldies still know how to have fun.
Me: I can see that. You seem to be the ringleader.
Nell: Bacon sandwiches can do that to you.
Me: What? Turn you into a hooligan?
Nell: No. Give you a certain boost. I’m ready to take on the world today.
Me: I’d better have one.
Nell: I don’t think there are any left. We had a lot of mouths to feed this morning.
Me: Why?
Nell: It’s the village fete today. Everyone needs to keep their strength up. Did you deliver your signed book for the raffle?
Me: Yes, but I felt someone was watching me. Do you think we’re still being spied on?
Nell: I saw a large Beefy at the bus stop in dark sunglasses and a beret.
Me: Maybe it was waiting for a bus?
Nell: The bus had just gone.
Me: How frustrating. It’s going to have to wait an awfully long time for the next one.
Nell: Didn’t you hear what I just said?
Me: Sunglasses are sensible in summer and you’re always telling me to wear a hat.
Nell: It’s cloudy and rainy today.
Me: Maybe it’s an optimistic Beefy?
Nell: I give up.
Me: Oh, do you think there are surveillance woodlice on its hat?
Nell: Sherlock Martin strikes again. Although, Henry and Horst don’t think the Beefy surveillance team are woodlice.
Me: What are they?
Nell: Sea Slaters or Beach Beetles.
Me: I’ve never heard of them.
Nell: Of course you haven’t. That’s the point.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
