Nell: So, how was the wedding?
Me: Lovely. A proper family celebration.
Nell: I hope you behaved yourself.
Me: I did.
Nell: Unlike David then.
Me: Why?
Nell: David was caught on camera stealing a treat.
Me: Oh no.
Nell: He was supposed to be practising his Waiting Skills.
Me: Oh dear. Who took the photo?
Nell: Rocky Martin. He’s good with a camera.
Me: Who is Rocky Martin?
Nell: Mutley’s Puerto Rican cousin. Do keep up. He is a Sato dog and has agreed to coach the puppies for their West Side story auditions.
Me: I’ve only been away one night.
Nell: We are having Arroz con pollo for dinner, by the way. Poppy thought roast chicken was too predictable.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: I don’t mind Rocky, but his wife makes The Cat look positively demure.
Me: His wife?
Nell: Rita Pawreno. A ridiculously tiny chihuahua. David carries her around in his hat. She is working with Harriet on her Maria.
Me: Well, I am looking forward to meeting them. I think.
Nell: I don’t believe it.
Me: What?
Nell: David just walked past with Rita in my handbag. I’ll have to go. Drive carefully and if you see any nachos on your way bring them with you as we’ve run out.
Me: I won’t see any nachos.
Nell: Don’t be defeatist.
Me: Ok. Sorry.
