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The Flamingo Ball

Nell: Well, Mutley certainly enjoyed himself.

Me: He did. Count Bingo had everyone on the dance floor.

Nell: I wasn’t expecting the conga.

Me: No. Those flamingos are awfully tall.

Nell: Yes. Gladys got tangled up in their legs so David put her on his back. I just held on to their feathers.

Me: I loved Dave and Sally’s duet.

Nell: Yes. “Something Stupid” is a favourite of mine. Sally looked lovely in white.

Me: And then there was Charlie.

Nell: Indeed, there was.

Me: Walking into the ballroom and on to the stage.

Nell: Yes.

Me: Impossibly handsome in his DJ and carrying a red rose.

Nell: Yes.

Me: And singing “I’ve got you under my skin”.

Nell: It was a special moment.

Me: There wasn’t a dry eye in the house.

Nell: The Cat didn’t need to blow its nose quite so loudly though.

Me: It did rather ruin the atmosphere.

Nell: It ruined that whippet’s gown. You don’t just use someone as a handkerchief.

Me: That was a little rude.

Nell: I think Count Bingo is rather smitten with Gladys.

Me: Why?

Nell: He danced with her all evening and when that Beefy tried to step in he said: “On your bike, Gull.”

Me: You don’t expect a Frenchman to say that, do you?

Nell: I think it’s Mutley’s influence. He and Bingo have been spending time at the golf club together.

Me: So are you spending today with Charlie?

Nell: Yes. We thought a walk on the beach and a quiet lunch with you all. Today is a day of remembrance.

Me: “They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.”

Nell: Always.

Me: Yes. Always.

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