Nell: I see it’s still too hot for David.
Me: It is. He doesn’t know what to do with himself.
Nell: I’m afraid there isn’t much you can do except keep out of the sun.
Me: The good news is the temperature is going to drop tomorrow.
Nell: Yes, the Weather Guardians told me.
Me: Of course they did, I forgot you have a direct line to the weather nowadays.
Nell: I wouldn’t call it that. I just like to keep informed.
Me: You always did.
Nell: So, where are we on Rupert and that Welsh corgi?
Me: You mean Myfanwy?
Nell: Yes. Are they still best buddies?
Me: They are. She makes him smile.
Nell: I’m glad.
Me: No, you’re not. I can tell by the tone of your voice.
Nell: Nonsense.
Me: Animals need to be allowed to move on. He can’t pine for you for ever.
Nell: No, but a few months would have been nice. Charlie pined for me for years.
Me: And you’re together again now.
Nell: We are.
Me: How is Charlie, by the way?
Nell: Busy as ever. He’s a GI.
Me: I didn’t know he was American.
Nell: No. A Guardian Investigator.
Me: Is that a kind of police?
Nell: No, he helps track down Guardians.
Me: Bad ones?
Nell: We don’t have bad ones. They can be naughty but they’re never bad.
Me: Naughty ones then?
Nell: Some lose their way a little for a while.
Me: Are there Beefy Guardians?
Nell: Of course.
Me: I bet Charlie has had to track down a few of those.
Nell: I have no idea. It’s confidential.
Me: I think Charlie is a Guardian Spy.
Nell: You can think what you like.
Me: I know and it’s wonderful.
Nell; Within reason.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
