Worried about Meghan

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.

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