Me: Look at all the bluebells we saw on our walk yesterday. Aren’t they beautiful?
Nell: They are. Where has the sunshine gone?
Me: It’s back this morning but yesterday afternoon was rather grey and windy.
Nell: I can see that.
Me: Charlotte and I went back to the house with Nigel and the others walked on.
Nell: We used to do that.
Me: We did. You didn’t like them going at first and neither did Nigel.
Nell: It’s hard to accept you can’t do as much as you used to do.
Me: Tell me about it.
Nell: I just did.
Me: Never mind.
Nell: Are you ready for Sunday Songs?
Me: Yes. Luna is joining us today.
Nell: Why?
Me: Because Rupert invited her.
Nell: She’s not coming to Sunday lunch, is she?
Me: No. Alpacas don’t really like a roast. They’re herbivores.
Nell: That Notorious Vegetarian James Beddall would probably suggest you offer her a nut roast.
Me: She only eats grass and hay. She’s going to join the llamas for lunch.
Nell: Good.
Me: Knitwear Wolf is taking her on a walk later.
Nell: Rupert is going walking with Luna?
Me: He says he might show her the bluebells. What are you doing today?
Nell: Poppy is roasting a chicken and Mutley and I thought we might have a little sleep in front of the fire.
Me: You can have a fire?
Nell: We can have whatever we want.
Me: And Charlie?
Nell: Charlie is out and about but he’ll be back for lunch.
Me: Out and about?
Nell: Yes.
Me: Doing Guardian stuff?
Nell: Apparently there’s some trouble brewing. and don’t say ‘stuff’.
Me: What’s he doing?
Nell: Let’s just say spies never retire.
Me: Charlie is a Guardian spy.
Nell: Enough. Stop snooping.
Me: Sorry.
