Me: We enjoyed being by the river, didn’t we?
Nell: Yes.
Me: You love a Sniffari.
Nell: Everyone does.
Me: Not in the way you dogs do.
Nell: We have an acute sense of smell.
Me: Dave can smell bacon from miles away.
Nell: Why were you and Kev at the pub yesterday?
Me: Are you keeping tabs on me?
Nell: It was Wednesday. You never go to the pub on a Wednesday.
Me: We went there to drop off a signed copy of my book. There’s a charity auction in aid of the village and I wanted to help.
Nell: You’re not the auctioneer, are you?
Me: Definitely not. I’m just donating my book and going along.
Nell: With Kev?
Me: Yes.
Nell: Don’t buy anything silly. You know what you’re like.
Me: Don’t worry. I won’t.
Nell: Times are difficult at the moment and we’re saving for Christmas.
Me: I know. Talking of saving, can I say a big thank you to those of you who kindly bought us a cup of Earl Grey. We really appreciate your support.
Nell: Yes, we do. Was Lady Anwen at the pub?
Me: No. Harriet was. Did you send her?
Nell: Harriet was there for French Conversation.
Me: Oh yes. The Mysterious Mademoiselle.
Nell: Exactly. Are you sure Lady Anwen wasn’t there, too?
Me: I didn’t look everywhere but I don’t think she was.
Nell: She rode there on Bobby Socks.
Me: Bobby Socks was there with Lionel.
Nell: Why didn’t you say?
Me: Why would I?
Nell: Surely a pony in a pub is worth a mention?
Me: They were in the garden.
Nell: But you didn’t see Lady Anwen?
Me: No. There were a couple of llamas and a retired greyhound, if that helps?
Nell: It doesn’t.
Me: Sorry.
