Tap dancing is the answer

Me: Dave didn’t eat his breakfast.

Nell: Good grief. He needs to pull himself together. Sally will be back before he knows it.

Me: Yes. Harriet is comforting him and Mutley is playing something gentle on the piano.

Nell: A good walk on the beach in the fresh air will sort him out.

Me: Sally has only been gone a day though, so he might need time.

Nell: Charlie has gone too, you know. You don’t see me lying on the kitchen floor weeping into my toast and marmalade.

Me: That’s because Poppy made you smoked salmon and scrambled eggs.

Nell: That is not the point and you well know it.

Me: Dave will feel better soon. Sally has promised to keep in touch.

Nell: Yes, nowadays with iBones it’s easy.

Me: The Cat seems positively delighted to see her go.

Nell: Yes, it was here first thing this morning with a sequinned hat and a pair of tap shoes. I told it to go away as nobody should ever consider tap dancing before breakfast.

Me: Or even at all in my case.

Nell: I used to tap dance a lot in my youth. Anton du Bark and I often incorporated it into our routines. It was exhilarating.

Me: I can imagine Dave tap dancing.

Nell: Actually, that’s not a bad idea. Go and find The Cat and get Gladys out of my handbag. David needs to dance.

Me: Has he got tap shoes?

Nell: Of course. They are on the shoe rack with everyone else’s. Do keep up.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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