Me: I’m glad it didn’t rain until we were leaving the beach. The sky looked truly ominous.
Nell: It certainly did.
Me: You could see the rain coming down.
Nell: I know.
Me: It was fascinating.
Nell: It was wet.
Me: Only at the end and the other dogs were all wet from swimming in the sea.
Nell: I had stones in my paws.
Me: Not for long and not really. We kept you off the actual pebbly beach.
Nell: I prefer sand.
Me: The sandy beach is a lot further away.
Nell: I miss the island.
Me: We all miss the island, Nell. We’ll go back there soon.
Nell: How is your sister Charlotte?
Me: Very tired and a little anxious about her operation on Friday.
Nell: That’s completely understandable.
Me: Yes, it is. But she will be convalescing with us so we can make sure she is well looked after.
Nell: Frau Hoffmann is ironing the sheets and will make the bed up later.
Me: Good.
Nell: And Herr Hoffmann is going through the menu with me this afternoon.
Me: But we don’t know what she’ll want to eat.
Nell: So we need to make sure there are lots of choices.
Me: That’s true.
Nell: Starting with jelly and ice cream.
Me: I love jelly.
Nell: You’re not the one having the operation.
Me: You know jelly means jam in the United States, don’t you?
Nell: We’re not in the United States. We’re in Devon.
Me: I was just pointing it out in case our US readers thought we were having jam with our ice cream. They call jelly Jell-O.
Nell: You’re not having any jelly and ice cream.
Me: I’m sure Charlotte will want to share.
Nell: The jelly is only for Charlotte, not you.
Me: Sorry.
