Nell: So there I am at the hotel enjoying my tea. And I see the RNLI rescue helicopter fly over.
Nell: Not an unusual sight for this time of year.
Nell: And then I happen to glance at the television in the hotel lounge.
Nell: And they are showing a live rescue.
Nell: And it’s David being airlifted from a rock.
Nell: Carrying Gladys in my handbag and The Cat on his back.
Me: No. What did you do?
Nell: I was in shock but Kev said it was just nearby so we jumped in the car and raced over.
Me: Did you find them?
Nell: Yes. We thanked the lifeguards and bundled them into the car.
Me: Oh my goodness.
Nell: We have taken them back to the hotel first for some hot sweet tea and scones. David has eaten three and is falling asleep.
Me: What happened?
Nell: They wanted to eat their picnic on a rock with a nice view. As they were climbing up Gladys fell out of my handbag and rolled on to a ledge. When David went to rescue her he got stuck.
Me: Poor darling Dave. I knew something had happened. How did they get help?
Nell: The Cat climbed up to the top and started singing “Fernando” and waving its sequinned raincoat.
Me: Why “Fernando”?
Nell: Because it went to see Mama Mia 2 with David recently and it loves Cher. Do keep up.
Me: Of course.
Nell: Anyway, a passing spaniel finally heard the singing. It saw The Cat’s shiny sequins and David and Gladys stuck on the rock and alerted the RNLI.
Me: Gosh. The Cat did well.
Nell: So I am the one who needs to apologise this time. I should have listened to you.
Me: It’s ok, Nell. I know I am a worrier.
Nell: Yes. David is safe and you will be able to cuddle him soon. A bowl of Poppy’s soup and a story by the camp fire tonight I think, and then early to bed.
Me: You’ve got quite a story to tell everyone.
Nell: No, I think I will leave that to you.
Me: Yes. Sorry.