Nell: I see the weather has changed. Look at that beautiful blue sky.
Me: Do you know what Kev said when he saw it?
Nell: He probably talked about his days flying helicopters.
Me: No. He said ‘Look. Nell and the Guardians are playing noughts and crosses in the sky.’
Nell: A lovely idea.
Me: Yes. I’m always going to think of that when I see contrails in the sky.
Nell: With Poppy around we’re more likely to be playing poker, but you go ahead.
Me: I will.
Nell: How are you feeling?
Me: A little better, thank you.
Nell: It’s another Bank Holiday weekend so don’t go rushing around as the roads are bound to be busy.
Me: I’m planning a quiet weekend.
Nell: Will Charlotte and Nigel be visiting?
Me: I hope so. The weather is supposed to be glorious.
Nell: Stay away from the beaches they’re going to be full of excited Grockles.
Me: You really shouldn’t be calling the tourists Grockles, Nell.
Nell: Everyone does.
Me: I saw the Beefies gathering just now. I wonder what they’re up to.
Nell: They’re probably planning a Grockle Attack.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: Ice creams and pasties, not to mention fish and chips.
Me: They’re very naughty birds.
Nell: People are constantly being told not to feed the seagulls but they still do it.
Me: Not intentionally, Nell. The Beefies steal.
Nell: If you’re going to walk around waving a chip in the air you must expect it to be stolen.
Me: Herr Hoffmann suggested a barbecue at the weekend.
Nell: Good idea.
Me: The thing I like most about barbecues is all the salads.
Nell: What utter nonsense. Barbecues are about burgers and sausages. Everyone knows that. Don’t go offering David a salad.
Me: No. Sorry.
