Me: Isn’t Sally lovely?
Nell: Yes. Charlie was right. She is a sweet natured retriever. A little shy perhaps but I prefer that in a young animal.
Me: Did you see Dave’s face when Charlie introduced her?
Nell: I did. David was transfixed.
Me: He fell over his bowl and then Sally fell over The Cat. What was The Cat doing there, by the way?
Nell: Collecting for a raffle. A pitiful excuse to snoop if you ask me. Anyway, I’m not sure The Cat likes Sally. It was giving her one of its hard stares.
Me: I think Sally is a little too quiet for The Cat. Talking of quiet. I’ve never seen Dave so tongue tied. It was sweet.
Nell: Putting four sugars in Sally’s tea was certainly far too sweet. He just didn’t stop spooning them in.
Me: She didn’t mind.
Nell: I don’t know how she drank it.
Me: I expect she was being polite.
Nell: Well, thank goodness Gladys and Rita were at their Zumba class.
Me: Yes. They can be a bit loud.
Nell: It’s all the singing and dancing I struggle with. Some of us don’t want to be Bouncy, or whatever her name is.
Me: Do you mean Beyoncé?
Nell: Probably. Why are you smiling?
Me: It’s just the thought of you being Beyoncé.
Nell: Shirley Bassett says I have an exceptional voice and she should know. Have you heard her sing “Diamonds are for Ever”?
Me: Yes. Sorry.
