Nell: Put my phone down immediately.
Me: I thought it just rang.
Nell: No. You were snooping. You are getting as bad as those farm dogs.
Me: That’s a bit harsh.
Nell: I’m very worried about Meghan. All this fuss with her father not coming to the wedding
Me: Oh dear. Is there anything we can do?
Nell: David wants to walk her down the aisle. He’s mended his top hat with some of Kev’s gaffer tape and found a bow tie.
Me: Bless him.
Nell: He looks more like the Artful Dodger to be honest but it might make her smile. I’ve sent her a photo.
Me: Good.
Nell: Poppy is baking. She always does that in times of stress. A slice of Victoria sandwich is always welcome, however, so I am not complaining.
Me: I agree.
Nell: I might call Ralph.
Me: Who is he?
Nell: He is a she. Ralph and Russo.
Me: Labradors?
Nell: No, Tamara and Michael are a lovely couple who design clothes.
Me: Do you mean they are the ones?
Nell: I don’t know what you are talking about.
Me: The wedding dress?
Nell: I couldn’t possibly say. They owned Cannes this year though.
Me: Gosh. The circles you move in.
Nell: They are Australians you know. I was telling them that I get my accessories from Australia.
Me: Yes, you do. Collars and leads.
Nell: Now, where is my handbag? If David has taken it again he is in big trouble.
Me: I don’t know.
Nell: I may have to nip up to London, by the way.
Me: Would you like me to drive you?
Nell: No need. The chauffeur will collect me. Nice man.
Me: Of course. Sorry.
