Book · Summer · West Side Story

Sunday snooze

Me: Where is Dave?

Nell: David is being allowed a lie-in. He and Mutley were going through his lines when Mutley fell asleep leaning against him.

Me: Bless him. Mutley has been so busy. Has the MuttDonalds deal gone through?

Nell: Yes, we should be seeing them everywhere soon.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: Barker King are furious of course, but competition is part of life. A winning treat is twice as sweet.

Me: Yes.

Nell: Anyway, I’m going to enjoy my Earl Grey while reading the Sunday papers. Hopefully David isn’t front page news again.

Me: Maybe you should just listen to The Archers on Radio Four.

Nell: Why?

Me: Dave might have given another interview.

Nell: Was that bothersome Basset from Barking Weekly here again?

Me: Yes.

Nell: I don’t believe it. Did it stay for tea?

Me: Only sandwiches, no scones.

Nell: I’ve told Poppy not to feed the press. Give David a sandwich and he’s anybody’s. Pass me the papers.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: “Heartthrob Dave Martin pictured at home in Devon with friends.” Who is that next to him?

Me: Rita might have popped in. And The Cat.

Nell: Rita is sitting in my handbag.

Me: I know, sorry.

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