Me: Well, that made Dave’s Christmas.
Nell: Yes. It was rather moving to see them reunited.
Me: Tony has recovered from his operation and is back at work but unfortunately he slipped and fell in the garden and has bruised his ribs on one side.
Nell: Yes. Poor Tony. I told David not to jump but he simply could not restrain himself.
Me: He loves Tony too much.
Nell: David does feel things very strongly.
Me: Talking of strong feelings. Any word from Charlie? I thought he and his assistant Sally might visit.
Nell: Nothing, so I presume he is away.
Me: If you will get involved with James Bond.
Nell: Do stop. Charlie might work for the Secret Service but he is not James Bond.
Me: It’s just that The Cat’s chihuahua saw a handsome German Shepherd and a beautiful Golden Retriever having a cheeky cappuccino at Starbarks by the quay.
Nell: That’s odd. Tell The Cat’s chihuahua not to say anything to David. If it isn’t Sally he will be so disappointed. He adores her.
Me: My theory is they have gone undercover to infiltrate those evil Beefies. I wonder if they were dressed as seagulls.
Nell: Dressed as seagulls? Your theories are becoming more fanciful by the minute.
Me: I just wondered.
Nell: Happy Fourth Advent by the way. You need to light all four candles.
Me: Yes. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if Charlie and Sally were here for Christmas?
Nell: Just light the candles. We are having family carols later and I want everything to be just right.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
