Me: It’s too hot to do anything, Nell.
Nell: Yes, the puppies are resting in the shade.
Me: Those pina coladas last night were a bit strong.
Nell: I told Mutley he should have kept an eye on Rocky and the rum. Those Puerto Ricans can party.
Me: Mutley doesn’t look Puerto Rican.
Nell: Of course he doesn’t. Rocky’s mother Rosaria is from there. Mutley is from London. You know that. His uncle Bob met Rosaria in San Juan when he was playing in a jazz club.
Me: What about Rita?
Nell: Goodness only knows. Harriet finds her exhausting.
Me: Where is she?
Nell: She’s gone shopping in my handbag with The Cat. It’s a blessed relief, to be honest. If I have to hear her sing “America” again I might scream.
Me: When are the auditions?
Nell: Tomorrow, thank goodness, so they will hopefully be going home soon. Although, the Mallorca Rita made me for breakfast was delicious. Poppy is getting the recipe.
Me: I thought Mallorca was an island.
Nell: It’s also a Puerto Rican pastry. David ate three.
Me: Are they going back to Puerto Rico?
Nell: No, they live in Torquay. Rocky runs a nightclub called R & R. Rocky and Rita’s.
Me: I didn’t know that.
Nell: Well, if you stopped gallivanting all over the country you would.
Me: Yes, sorry.