Me: Isn’t Bluebell Wood looking beautiful, Nell?
Nell: It is, although the bluebells won’t be there for much longer.
Me: All the more reason to enjoy them while we can.
Nell: True.
Me: If I’ve learnt anything over the past few months it’s that time is precious and we should make the most of it.
Nell: You’re philosophical for a Monday morning.
Me: Walking in places like Bluebell Wood makes you think.
Nell: I see.
Me: And one of the good things about growing older is it heightens your appreciation for the beauty around you.
Nell: It also makes you less tolerant.
Me: Have you become more easy-going now you’re a Guardian?
Nell: Certainly not. Do you know who serenaded me at a ridiculous hour?
Me: Charlie?
Nell: He was asleep.
Me: Who?
Nell: The Great Barberino.
Me: Wonderful. I’m so glad Oscar found you.
Nell: I do not need to be woken by a terrier serenading me.
Me: The Great Barberino is famous for his beautiful voice.
Nell: Well, maybe he can save it until later in the day.
Me: I’d love a serenade from The Great Barberino.
Nell: Poppy would not agree.
Me: Was she dreadfully annoyed?
Nell: Extremely. She drew her sword on him.
Me: Was Oscar dreadfully frightened?
Nell: No. He bowed his head and called her ‘A Magnificent Animal’.
Me: Did that make Poppy even more annoyed?
Nell: Funnily enough, it didn’t. In fact I think I saw her smile.
Me: Really?
Nell: Yes, and now she’s busy making pancakes with crispy bacon and maple syrup for breakfast.
Me: Not her usual choice.
Nell: It’s The Great Barberino’s favourite.
Me: Is he staying for breakfast?
Nell: Of course he is. You can’t sing your heart out like that and not be fed.
Me: No. Sorry.
