Me: Good morning.
Nell: You sound tired.
Me: Dave and Harriet had a disagreement about a wretched bone first thing this morning and woke me up.
Nell: A bone?
Me: One of those you can lick the inside out of. You used to love them.
Nell: I’d have preferred a selection of sandwiches, crusts off, a piece of lemon drizzle cake and a nice flask of Earl Grey tea.
Me: Is Poppy making you a picnic?
Nell: How did you know?
Me: I guessed.
Nell: Charlie and I are taking a trip up into the mountains and Poppy thought a picnic might be just the thing.
Me: Hold on one moment. Did you just say mountains?
Nell: I did.
Me: You can’t really have mountains, Nell.
Nell: I’ve told you this before. We have everything. We both looked at the sky this morning and thought a walk in the mountains might be exactly what we needed.
Me: Will there be Edelweiss?
Nell: Probably.
Me: Will you be singing?
Nell: Definitely. But I shall not be dressed as a nun.
Me: Fair enough.
Nell: So, why were the Puppies arguing?
Me: Harriet brought her bone upstairs and fell asleep next to it and Davey thought he could finish it for her.
Nell: Don’t call him Davey, please. He’s a mature animal.
Me: He’s my darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Nevertheless. I’m presuming Harriet wasn’t best pleased to find her brother had stolen her bone.
Me: She wasn’t. She doesn’t get angry very often but when she does then she does.
Nell: I remember. Where are they now?
Me: Harriet is upstairs enjoying her bone and Dave is downstairs crying.
Nell: Crying?
Me: It’s heartbreaking.
Nell: He’s just whining because he wants something he can’t have. Ignore him.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
