Nell: Good morning. You’re awake rather early today.
Me: I went to bed early after our exciting walk.
Nell: Was it exciting in real life, or in your head?
Me: It was real. I promise.
Nell: Good.
Me: You know I was struggling a little yesterday on the third anniversary of my sister’s death?
Nell: I do.
Me: Well, the weather was so lovely we decided to go on a long walk in the countryside.
Nell: Always a good idea.
Me: Yes. Everything is coming to life at the moment and the colours are wonderful.
Nell: The walk certainly seems to have lifted your spirits.
Me: It really has. It was just what I needed.
Nell: What was exciting?
Me: We met a fluffy dog who knows Dave and Harriet and was ever so pleased to see them again.
Nell: Nice, but not exactly exciting.
Me: And several tall horses out for a gentle stroll.
Nell: I’m not keen on horses.
Me: You were born on a stud farm.
Nell: Nevertheless.
Me: Anyway, they were very polite and well-behaved.
Nell: But not exciting.
Me: No, the exciting part was when Dave spotted a small deer.
Nell: A deer?
Me: Yes, a tiny sweet little deer with a white tail.
Nell: I was imagining a Heffalump at the very least.
Me: I said it was real.
Nell: Heffalumps are real.
Me: They’re not real, Nell.
Nell: If they’re not real then why did one just walk past me?
Me: Are you saying you’ve just seen an actual Heffalump?
Nell: Yes.
Me: That is exciting.
Nell: Definitely more exciting than a small deer.
Me: Yes, and a tiny bit scary.
Nell: They won’t bother me. Poppy is here with her sword. Heffalumps are not fond of fierce terriers.
Me: Of course. Sorry.
