Me: We had an unusual walk yesterday.
Nell: What do you mean?
Me: We went down to the river.
Nell: My favourite walk.
Me: Yes. It’s normally really peaceful and we can see the change in the seasons by the changes in the trees and plants. The wild garlic is still everywhere, by the way.
Nell: I remember it well.
Me: The blossom has gone and everything is moving into summer even though the last few days have been unseasonably cold.
Nell: I don’t need a weather report, thank you.
Me: Do you even have proper weather up there?
Nell: We have everything.
Me: Even snow?
Nell: I don’t know yet. Probably. Could we get to the point, please?
Me: I can’t remember what the point was.
Nell: Why wasn’t it peaceful?
Me: There were hundreds of white vans and men in high vis jackets and hard hats.
Nell: Hundreds?
Me: Well, at least ten. I said to Kev ‘What are they doing?’ And he said ‘Tree fellers, although there might be four.’
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: It was a joke. Kev made a joke. Tree as in three with an Irish accent.
Nell: I think they call them tree surgeons nowadays.
Me: Yes, but the joke wouldn’t have worked then, would it?
Nell: I’m not sure it did.
Me: It made me laugh. Anyway, they seemed to be doing a lot of sawing and chopping and it was really loud.
Nell: Oh dear.
Me: Dave was fascinated and Harriet just rolled around in the buttercups.
Nell: Sensible decision.
Me: Yes, she wasn’t going to let anything bother her.
Nell: Go with the flow is my advice.
Me: You always go your own way.
Nell: And others follow, which is just as it should be.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
