Me: We’re never going to find my ring.
Nell: It has to be here.
Me: Everyone’s exhausted from looking for it.
Nell: Dave and Harriet just need a short nap and then they’ll start looking again.
Me: There isn’t anywhere we haven’t looked.
Nell: Kev has organised a metal detector. He still thinks it’s in the garden.
Me: What if a magpie has taken it? Or another bird?
Nell: Owl Pacino is putting the word out amongst the bird community for any rings like yours coming onto the market.
Me: Is there a market?
Nell: Of course, bBay is very popular.
Me: Is it run by bees?
Nell: Certainly not. The bees have far too much to do running the National Honey Service.
Me: Why is it called bBay?
Nell: It’s B for birds. Do keep up.
Me: This is dreadful, Nell. I know it’s just a ring but it means so much to me.
Nell: We’re going to find it.
Me: I hope so.
Nell: On another note, I’d like to discuss your new pyjamas.
Me: They’re nice, aren’t they?
Nell: They’re covered in cats.
Me: They’re leopards.
Nell: We have enough big cats in the house without you wearing them.
Me: Beauregard loves them.
Nell: Beauregard is a tiger.
Me: Talking of big cats, has Lionel King given us any information about Lady Anwen’s plans?
Nell: He says he can’t remember anything about that evening. It’s all a blur.
Me: He’s lying.
Nell: He’s more than willing to meet up with her again
Me: I bet he is.
Nell: She’s hosting a dinner party on the island this weekend. He can get us invitations.
Me: I’m not really up to socialising at the moment.
Nell: I’m not talking about you.
Me: You’re not going with Lionel, Nell. Sorry.
