Final preparations

Me: How are you feeling today?

Nell: A little better. There is far too much to do for me to languish around like some people.

Me: I am supposed to rest.

Nell: So, Harriet and I cornered David and made him see the error of his ways.

Me: He was ever so naughty.

Nell: He says he didn’t run away. He was out walking and playing It with some sheep when the next thing he knew a farmer had tied him up and Kev appeared on a quad bike.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: Harriet and I explained that you must never play It, or Shenanigans, or anything at all with sheep, or cows. They are to be left completely alone.

Me: Quite right.

Nell: It doesn’t matter how many times they shout at you, or call you names. A good labrador turns the other jowl and walks on by.

Me: Did Dave understand?

Nell: I certainly hope so. I threatened to exclude him from tomorrow’s activities.

Me: Good idea.

Nell: Now, you are confined to bed but fortunately there will be a live link to the cafe so you can still wear your costume and join in.

Me: Oh. What about you?

Nell: I shall be there, of course, but I’m not going to parade down the streets with the others.

Me: Probably wise.

Nell: David will lead the procession followed by Gladys, Rita and the dancing chihuahuas. The Dartmouth dachshunds are still a question mark as one of them slipped a disc.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: We have the Beagle brass band from Buckfastleigh and Malcolm has organised a flamboyance of flamingos led by Count Bingo on the steel drums.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: Yes. I was surprised when Count Bingo agreed but he is quite taken with Gladys, apparently.

Me: It sounds amazing.

Nell: I am quietly confident.

Me: About my costume though, Nell.

Nell: Don’t argue. If I can wear it then so can you.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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