Nell: It’s nice to see David smiling.
Me: He’s always happy when he’s out on a walk.
Nell: How was Sunday Songs?
Me: There were an awful lot of hats.
Nell: Any sign of Henry and Horst?
Me: No. The Welsh Corgi Choir were all wearing Sou’wester rain hats so a woodlouse couldn’t hide on there.
Nell: Why not?
Me: Too slippery.
Nell: Why would Henry and Horst be hiding?
Me: Woodlice are always hiding.
Nell: Not when they want to be found.
Me: We don’t know they want to be found.
Nell: I suppose they could be on a mission.
Me: We’ve had sightings elsewhere.
Nell: Why didn’t you say that before? Where?
Me: An elderly pug is certain he saw two woodlice HatHiking near the bus station a few days ago but then he thought David was a small pony so I’m not sure he’s that reliable.
Nell: HatHiking?
Me: Getting a lift on a hat. Apparently it’s quite the thing among smaller non-winged creatures.
Nell: Wouldn’t it have been easier to get on a bus?
Me: They need to get up the steps.
Nell: True.
Me: I’m starting to think they might have gone to North Devon to visit their relatives.
Nell: They could have sent a postcard.
Me: Or just left a note.
Nell: Maybe they did and you haven’t found it yet.
Me: It’s probably very small and written on a leaf.
Nell: Didn’t you say Kev was going to mow the garden?
Me: Yes, the grass is really long after all that rain.
Nell: You realise Henry and Horst might simply be stuck in the long grass, don’t you? Has anybody looked properly?
Me: Dave and Harriet had a snoofle and roll.
Nell: You can’t let them roll on the grass.
Me: No. Sorry.
