Nell: David has asked me to pass on his apologies and to thank Kev for taping up the arm of the chair. He is aware that eating it was wrong.
Me: He is very naughty.
Nell: I agree. He also said he would like to be known as Bernardo.
Me: What?
Nell: Yes. Apparently Rupert has asked them to stay in character.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: If David starts walking around in Cuban heels there will be trouble.
Me: You’re telling me. He certainly doesn’t need the height. Harriet is very sweet as Maria.
Nell: Yes, she and Jim are lovely together. I shall be happy when “Tonight” finally comes though. They have been singing about it enough.
Me: Did you manage to cast the two gangs?
Nell: Yes, the Bichon Frise from Paignton was excellent. I also have a couple of determined Dachshunds from Dartmouth with strong voices.
Me: Good.
Nell: The Miniature Pinscher struggled a little with the dancing but I have some wonderfully energetic Airedales who are throwing themselves into it all.
Me: What about Ron Gilbert?
Nell: Don’t get me started. He’s got a team of Australian cattle dogs as his crew.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: As I said to Rupert: “Those animals are supposed to be roving the Outback not putting up scenery in Torquay.”
Me: They are ever so hard working, Nell.
Nell: They herded my dancing chihuahuas into a packing crate. It took me hours to find them.
Me: Kev loved your poem, by the way.
Nell: Yes, he did.
Me: Are you getting sentimental again?
Nell: Certainly not. I leave that to you.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
