Me: You left the lettuce again, didn’t you?
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: In your salad bowl. You left the lettuce for Harriet to eat.
Nell: Caring is sharing.
Me: You threw it on the floor, Nell. You fished out the tasty tomatoes and cucumber.
Nell: Moving on, the beret-wearing Beefy has become something of a celebrity in the village.
Me: Really?
Nell: Yes. People are taking photos.
Me: Does it mind?
Nell: Not at all. I think it’s rather enjoying itself.
Me: What about Ramson Hunter? Are people taking photos with him?
Nell: Certainly not. Those piercing blue eyes do not invite confidence and he’s gone, anyway.
Me: Gone? Where?
Nell: How should I know? He’s probably intimidating someone else at another bus stop.
Me: I’m not sure he limits himself to bus stops.
Nell: That’s not the point.
Me: No.
Nell: Henry and Horst have received information that Lady Anwen will be dining at the local pub this evening,
Me: How interesting.
Nell: Rumour has it she’s booked a table for two.
Me: In the garden?
Nell: I have no idea. Why?
Me: It’s lovely in the garden at this time of year.
Nell: Kev and your sister Charlotte are going to pop in there for a drink.
Me: My sister Charlotte?
Nell: She and Nigel are coming for the weekend.
Me: What about me?
Nell: You can’t be trusted.
Me: I’m perfectly able to have a drink in a pub garden.
Nell: It’s not about that.
Me: Why else would they go?
Nell: Charlotte will be wearing your hat. Maybe Henry and Horst can record the conversation.
Me: Charlotte and Kev might not want their conversation recorded.
Nell: I’m talking about Lady Anwen.
Me: Why didn’t you say so?
Nell: I give up.
Me: Sorry.
