Just magical

Me: You know how people moan about November?

Nell: Do they?

Me: Yes. Cold and grey. Winter is approaching. Dark nights.

Nell: Those are all facts.

Me: Yes. But when the light catches the trees at the end of the day it can give them a magical glow.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: As if they’ve been coated with icing sugar, or sprinkled with fairy dust.

Nell: It’s called frost. Fairies have nothing to do with it.

Me: The colours may have faded but they are still there if you look for them.

Nell: Well, I don’t have time to look for them. It’s the Flamingo Ball tomorrow and I need a new outfit.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: Gladys, Harriet and I are going into town. Harriet wanted to look at Yap but I’m not sure they have evening wear.

Me: I don’t know if they do.

Nell: TK Barks usually have something, it’s the finding it that’s the nuisance. Maybe we should take David and The Cat.

Me: What are they wearing to the Ball?

Nell: Tuxedos with sequinned details. Mutley insisted on his usual DJ but agreed to a hat.

Me: And Poppy.

Nell: Poppy is also wearing a tuxedo. She can carry it off.

Me: Is she taking her sword?

Nell: Of course. She never travels without it. Especially as we are expecting the Beefies to be there.

Me: Are Count Bingo and the Flamingos performing?

Nell: Yes, and so are Gladys and David. Mutley has agreed to play a few numbers and they will dance.

Me: Street?

Nell: Don’t be ridiculous. They are thinking jazz with a touch of contemporary.

Me: How exciting. I wish I could see it.

Nell: You can. Didn’t I tell you? Malcolm secured an invitation for both you and Kev.

Me: I haven’t got anything to wear.

Nell: Stop going on about fairy dust then and get your coat. Everyone is waiting in the car.

Me: Ok. Sorry.

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