Me: We had a lovely long walk through the countryside yesterday.
Nell: Good.
Me: Kev and I were saying how lucky we are to have this on our doorstep.
Nell: Moving to the village was the right decision,
Me: It was. There’s something healing about being in nature. It soothes the soul.
Nell: You’re rather flowery this morning.
Me: I am, aren’t I? We met some friendly cows but Dave was a little naughty.
Nell: What did he do?
Me: He gave a commanding bark and they all ran away.
Nell: Was he pleased with himself?
Me: Very.
Nell: Thought so.
Me: I told him it was naughty and he should have kept quiet but I could tell he wasn’t listening.
Nell: Sometimes a dog has to do what a dog has to do.
Me: We also met a magnificent black beetle crossing the lane.
Nell: Was his name Mortimer?
Me: I didn’t ask. Why?
Nell: I seem to remember Henry and Horst talking about a Mortimer who lives nearby.
Me: I didn’t know you could hear woodlice. You had trouble hearing me at times.
Nell: David told me. He has keen ears.
Me: Dave stopped and chatted to the beetle.
Nell: You can ask him if it was Mortimer.
Me: I can, but I don’t know why it’s so important to you.
Nell: If you must know a lady beetle from Devon joined us last night and her husband’s name is Mortimer. She was very worried about leaving him.
Me: It’s highly unlikely that it’s the same beetle, Nell.
Nell: Life is stranger than you think. Coincidences happen all the time.
Me: I suppose they do.
Nell: When you mentioned the beetle I was thinking of Angela.
Me: Who’s Angela?
Nell: Mortimer’s wife. Do keep up.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
