Me: Harriet looks awfully tired today.
Nell: I told her Eurovision goes on until late but she and David wouldn’t listen.
Me: What did you think?
Nell: I was deeply shocked when someone jumped on stage during the UK’s performance. She did well to recover. There is no need for such bad behaviour. Poor girl.
Me: Yes. Hardly any points for us again though.
Nell: It was all about staging this year. Poppy’s favourite won. Mad woman from Israel with Princess Leia hair but I appreciated the homage to Björk who is a favourite of mine.
Me: Now that surprises me.
Nell: Harriet liked Germany. A nice red headed boy with a sweet song. Ed doesn’t need to worry, though.
Me: And Dave?
Nell: David was captivated by a sparkly woman from Cyprus with big hair. He keeps singing Fuego. She came second.
Me: Did Mutley watch?
Nell: Well, he can’t hear so he slept through most of it.
Me: What about you?
Nell: There were some rather attractive bearded Vikings stamping their feet who caught my eye.
Me: So it was an enjoyable evening?
Nell: Yes. Poppy and I took a sip of our drink any time anything nautical was mentioned so I am feeling a little fragile. Portugal has a lot of sea.
Me: How did your Skype call with the royal couple go?
Nell: It’s this afternoon. Harry and Meghan have asked to meet the puppies and I need time to teach them the correct way to behave in front of royalty.
Me: Curtseying must be hard with four legs.
Nell: Labradors do not curtsey. We bow. The front legs are lowered while the back legs remain standing.
Me: Of course. Sorry.
