Me: Look at these gorgeous photos, Nell. Kev found them and sent them over to me.
Nell: I remember that beautiful sunset very well.
Me: It’s magical, isn’t it? The colours are amazing.
Nell: Is Alice wearing a baby carrier?
Me: Yes, she and I were trying to work out which baby was in there and it must be Faye as Jonathan was one when we moved down here.
Nell: I used to love the beach.
Me: Look at your darling smile.
Nell: I didn’t like the pebbles on that beach, though.
Me: No. I prefer sand, too.
Nell: They get in your paws.
Me: They do.
Nell: Fortunately, the beaches up here are sandy.
Me: What if there are Guardians who prefer a pebbly beach?
Nell: They can have one.
Me: I see.
Nell: The Weather Guardians tell me the UK is heading into its 5th heatwave.
Me: I don’t like it, Nell. Everything is so dry and parched. It doesn’t look like England at all.
Nell: No.
Me: I don’t think I ever remember seeing it like this.
Nell: It’s all very worrying. You must make sure you keep out of the sun and drink lots of water.
Me: I will. Don’t worry. And we’re having falafels and hummus for dinner with a Greek salad so we’re eating sensibly.
Nell: That sounds suspiciously vegetarian.
Me: It is.
Nell: James Beddall will be delighted.
Me: Yes, he will.
Nell: We’re having steak and chips.
Me: I’m not telling Dave that.
Nell: With mushrooms, peas and a side salad.
Me: I’m fine with my falafels, thank you.
Nell: I don’t know. What is the world coming to? Heatwaves, drought and chickpeas.
Me: I never mentioned chickpeas.
Nell: Falafels are made from chickpeas.
Me: Oh yes. Of course they are. Sorry.
