Me: We need to call Sally.
Nell: Why? Harriet has everything under control here. There have been no sightings of Nasty Lady Anwen.
Me: It’s not about Lady Anwen. She’s Nice now. She was probably having a difficult few days.
Nell: You don’t turn Nasty because you’re going through a trying time.
Me: Some people do. Anyway, it’s not about Lady Anwen. It’s about Dave. Poor darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: What’s wrong with David?
Me: He’s pining for Sally. I can tell. He’s carrying his favourite toy around but there’s nobody to share it with.
Nell: He doesn’t like sharing his toy. Nigel tried taking it and that didn’t go down well at all.
Me: He’d share it with Sally.
Nell: I’m not sure Sally would want it.
Me: You know what I mean. She needs to visit him.
Nell: On second thoughts, you might be right. I’ll ask Harriet to contact her.
Me: Maybe she has time this weekend?
Nell: We’ll see.
Me: We could invite Lady Anwen over so Sally could meet her herself.
Nell: Good idea. She plays Bridge, by the way.
Me: Who? Lady Anwen?
Nell: Yes. The Cat suggested we include her in our next meeting.
Me: I’m so glad everyone is being kind to her. I really think all that was wrong was she was feeling lonely.
Nell: Talking of lonely, Lionel is coming to tea this afternoon.
Me: Not that wretched lion again.
Nell: He was seen sitting alone on the beach looking out to sea with a sad face and a matted mane.
Me: By whom?
Nell: A passing Grockle. There was a photo in the Daily Growl.
Me: Don’t call the tourists ‘Grockles’, Nell. It’s disrespectful. Lionel’s fine.
Nell: He had a matted mane. Show some compassion.
Me: Sorry.
