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.
