Nell: Don’t disturb the twins. I said they could have a lie-in as the clocks have gone back.
Me: Yes, they are upstairs snuggling by the window.
Nell: Will you join me for a cup of Earl Grey by the fire? Malcolm is preparing scrambled egg with smoked salmon for breakfast. Poppy is rushed off her paws with all the preparations.
Me: That would be lovely, Nell.
Nell: Yesterday went surprisingly well I thought.
Me: No arguments?
Nell: Mr Kipling kept a tight rein on proceedings.
Me: Did he bang on the table with his hammer?
Nell: It’s called a gavel and we were not at an auction. Malcolm was a huge asset.
Me: I thought he would be.
Nell: Yes. As each cake was brought in, he introduced it quietly and discreetly. Unlike The Cat of course, who was carrying it wearing what can only be described as a showgirl’s feather headdress with fruit.
Nell: David was serving in a rather smart top hat and tails. He said the slices were only small but I think some of it got lost on the way. Harriet poured the tea. Hollywoof asked for a cappuccino but Mr Kipling gave him a hard stare.
Me: Good for him.
Nell: Gladys and her pumpkin were centre stage as the table decoration. We’ve managed to organise those dancing chihuahuas for the opening on Wednesday. They are each going in a pumpkin on the tables.
Me: That’s a novel idea.
Nell: The Cat thinks it will work.
Me: Did you all agree on the selection?
Nell: Poppy’s scones, Malcolm’s macarons, Victoria sandwich, coffee and walnut, lemon drizzle, carrot cake, apple turnovers, flapjacks and doughnuts.
Nell: Hollywoof says they are always big sellers.
Me: I do like a good doughnut.
Nell: So, it’s just the costumes now and we are ready to go.
Nell: The opening is on Halloween.
Nell: Your fitting is this afternoon at 3pm. Any allergies?
Me: Why? What on earth am I wearing?
Nell: I have no idea. The Cat wanted to know. Stop fussing and don’t be late.
Me: Yes. Sorry.