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.
