Nell: You need to have a harsh word with David.
Me: Why? Has he eaten something by mistake?
Nell: It depends.
Me: On what?
Nell: Do you have any food in your handbag?
Me: I don’t think so. Was Davey snoofling in there again?
Nell: Firstly, stop calling him Davey. He’s a grown animal. And secondly, snoofling is not a word.
Me: If it isn’t, it should be.
Nell: David knows he’s not allowed in your handbag.
Me: Sometimes being told not to do something means you want to do it all the more.
Nell: Only if you’re naughty.
Me: Gladys isn’t allowed in your handbag but she still sleeps in there now and again.
Nell: And David carries her around.
Me: I know. It’s adorable. Maybe that’s what he was doing?
Nell: What?
Me: Looking for Gladys.
Nell: She’s gliding with the llamas at the recreation ground.
Me: Davey might have forgotten that. He’s a bear of little brain.
Nell: David is not a bear.
Me: He’s my bear. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: You’re obviously not going to reprimand him for nosing around in your handbag, so I’ll have to do it.
Me: Maybe we should get him his own handbag?
Nell: Now you’re being silly.
Me: I have one and you have one.
Nell: David doesn’t need one.
Me: He could put his sandwiches in it.
Nell: What sandwiches?
Me: His travelling sandwiches. Herr Hoffmann always packs a picnic when we go somewhere.
Nell: David isn’t going anywhere.
Me: He might want to pop up to the recreation ground?
Nell: He doesn’t need sandwiches to do that.
Me: It’s not always about need though, is it? You don’t actually need your handbag.
Nell: Where would I put my reading glasses and my iBone?
Me: True. Sorry.
