Nell: Harriet looks hot.
Me: She never stops running, except to look at the cows in the field.
Nell: You mustn’t let her overheat.
Me: It was quite late in the day, Nell, and they both had a paddle in the stream.
Nell: Is that our village?
Me: Yes. You couldn’t walk that far so you won’t have seen this view.
Nell: It’s lovely. And the flower?
Me: I think it’s a kind of lily. It was just sitting there in all its glorious colour smiling away.
Nell: Flowers don’t smile.
Me: How do you know?
Nell: Moving on, how’s the Pescatarian doing?
Me: Well, we’re going to have a barbecue tomorrow with steak, burgers and sausages.
Nell: And?
Me: And then we’ll see if the Pescatarian can resist.
Nell: David loves a good steak.
Me: I know he does. I can’t imagine he won’t be tempted.
Nell: I hope you haven’t ordered any fish from those seagulls.
Me: I sort of had to, Nell, or I’d miss my free fish.
Nell: Don’t you see what the Beefies are doing? The more fish David eats, the more he wants.
Me: Bacon can be like that, too.
Nell: Is he having sardines for breakfast?
Me: No. Mackerel. Rupert caught some.
Nell: This is all wrong.
Me: But Rupert is an excellent fisherwolf.
Nell: Of course he is. He’s Canadian.
Me: Talking of Canada, Chris, Shannon and Marvin are having a dreadful time in Toronto.
Nell: Why?
Me: The air quality is the worst in the world because of the wildfires.
Nell: They mustn’t go out in it.
Me: Chris has to take Marvin out.
Nell: They must both wear masks.
Me: I told him.
Nell: Fish for breakfast and wildfires everywhere. What is your world coming to?
Me: I know. Sorry.
