Nell: Is David still asleep?
Me: Yes.
Nell: I blame you for this.
Me: The puppies were scared of the thunder and lightning.
Nell: I’ve told you repeatedly that you must remain calm and disinterested.
Me: I know, but you and Kev were at the pub and it was ever so loud.
Nell: So you thought a storm dance would help?
Me: I thought it would be a distraction. Dave threw himself into it and so did The Cat.
Nell: Kev and I couldn’t believe it when we got back.
Me: I don’t know where all the feathers came from, or the drums, to be honest.
Nell: How did the dancing chihuahuas get here?
Me: They arrived on a bus.
Nell: Kev and I haven’t been to the pub in weeks. We go for a quiet pint and come back to find we are in the middle of a samba.
Me: Come on, Nell. I saw you enjoying Poppy’s tacos.
Nell: They were good. I just wish Gladys hadn’t kept shouting “Tequila”. My head hurts.
Me: At least nobody was worried about the storm.
Nell: Nobody was worried about anything. I’ve been stumbling over sleeping chihuahuas all morning.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
