Nell: David is on a mission.
Me: He wanted to get up on the bed first.
Nell: Harriet doesn’t seem too bothered.
Me: The heat is wearing her out.
Nell: The Weather Guardians say temperatures will drop over the next few days.
Me: Yes, that’s why we changed dinner from fish to a barbecue.
Nell: Thank goodness for that.
Me: We were able to sit in the garden to eat and it was even warm enough to play a board game after dinner.
Nell: Who won?
Me: I did. Again.
Nell: No need to show off about it. Winning is fine but coming second is kinder.
Me: I’ve never heard that one.
Nell: Well, you have now. The beach looks busy.
Me: It’s August so we have to expect it but I must say I prefer it out of season.
Nell: It seems wrong to me that we dogs are banned but the seagulls can go where they like.
Me: The Beefies were everywhere yesterday.
Nell: I can see. Is that a piece of pizza in its beak?
Me: Yes, you won’t believe this.
Nell: I might.
Me: The Beefies were selling pizza in the beach car park.
Nell: Nothing surprising about that.
Me: But that’s not the surprising thing.
Nell: Get to the point. I’ve got a breakfast meeting in a few minutes.
Me: A breakfast meeting?
Nell: Yes, being Chief Guardian is extremely time consuming.
Me: So you won?
Nell: I told you, didn’t I?
Me: Maybe. Things are rather busy at the moment.
Nell: So what have the Beefies done now?
Me: They sell their pizza to innocent tourists in the car park.
Nell: Gullible Grockles.
Me: And steal it back on the beach.
Nell: Dastardly.
Me: But clever.
Nell: Never praise a Beefy.
Me: No. Sorry.
