Nell: Harriet looks happy.
Me: She found an interesting gate.
Nell: It doesn’t look that interesting to me.
Me: The interesting part is there is nothing much on the other side of it, apart from grass.
Nell: What do you mean?
Me: It doesn’t really go anywhere.
Nell: I’m confused.
Me: It’s a Gate to Nowhere.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: So, why is it there?
Nell: I have no idea.
Me: Maybe there used to be something behind it?
Nell: Of course there was something behind it. People don’t just go around the countryside putting up gates willy-nilly.
Me: But when did it go from being a Gate to Somewhere to a Gate to Nowhere?
Nell: Good grief.
Me: And why?
Nell: Calm down. It’s just a gate.
Me: It’s a mystery to me.
Nell: And it’s a mystery to me how you’ve survived in the real world for so long.
Me: I think I survive because I can always escape to mine.
Nell: Yours?
Me: My fantasy world.
Nell: True.
Me: My imagination keeps me sane.
Nell: I suppose it does, even though it leads you down some rabbit holes.
Me: I told Harriet to keep an eye on that gate. You never know what might be behind it next time.
Nell: Nothing, I suspect.
Me: We’ll see.
Nell: Anyway, back in the real world is Rupert finally wearing a cardigan?
Me: Yes.
Nell: Seriously?
Me: A beautiful paw-knitted soft brown cardigan to be exact.
Nell: Paw-knitted?
Me: Yes, by Myfanwy.
Nell: Myfanwy the bad corgi?
Me: She’s not bad anymore, Nell. She’s seen the error of her ways.
Nell: My Rupert is wearing a cardigan knitted by a Welsh corgi?
Me: That’s what Welsh corgis do, Nell. Sing and knit. And he’s not your Rupert anymore. Sorry.
