Me: Nobody loves their walks more than Harriet. She never stops running around.
Nell: It’s exhausting to watch.
Me: I love it.
Nell: Today is the last day of school.
Me: Is it?
Nell: Yes. So the big cats can finally stop roaring when the school bus arrives.
Me: Our neighbours will be grateful.
Nell: Never mind them. I’m sick of being woken by a roar. Weekends were my only chance of a lie in.
Me: I’m going to miss it.
Nell: You’re awake and writing anyway.
Me: Is Lady Anwen still going to be at the bus stop?
Nell: No. Lionel says she’s moved into the hotel on the island ready for her dinner party tomorrow.
Me: What about the beret-wearing Beefy?
Nell: It’s not at the bus stop either.
Me: I shall miss them. I’ve got used to seeing them there.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: I’m glad you’ve agreed not to go the island.
Nell: Rupert put his paw down.
Me: Good old Knitwear Wolf.
Nell: He was quite forceful, actually. He took me to one side and said, ‘It’s not happening, Nelly. You are going nowhere without me.’
Me: Quite right too.
Nell: I suggested asking Lionel if he could join us but he didn’t like that idea at all.
Me: Of course he didn’t.
Nell: Never mind. Someone else can go in my place.
Me: No, they cannot.
Nell: Herr Hoffmann is cooking his special goulash for dinner tonight.
Me: You’re changing the subject.
Nell: And Frau Hoffmann is making homemade pasta to go with it.
Me: I love a bowl of pasta.
Nell: I know you do.
Me: Nobody is going to the island.
Nell: Nobody mentioned the island.
Me: You’re up to something.
Nell: I’m a Labrador. I’m thinking about dinner.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
