Life goes on

Me: How are the Puppies?

Nell: They haven’t left each other’s side since Charlie told them the news.

Me: He is a bit like a father to them, Nell.

Nell: Yes, I know. But Charlie says this won’t do and he is not having his last days filled with sadness.

Me: He is right.

Nell: He was completely overcome by people’s support yesterday.

Me: I know the numbers ran into thousands.

Nell: Yes. It was truly wonderful to know how much people care.

Me: It certainly was.

Nell: But now we have to keep going. We are beginning with Malcolm and his mysterious admirer. Charlie thinks he knows who it is.

Me: Has there been another present?

Nell: Yes. A mackerel arrived this morning.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: Poppy is thinking mackerel pate with wholemeal toast.

Me: Was it delivered by hand?

Nell: Of course it was. You don’t think poor Tony is going to be delivering parcels of fresh mackerel all over the county do you?

Me: Tony only delivers in our area.

Nell: That’s not what I meant. Anyway, the mackerel isn’t the interesting thing.

Me: It isn’t?

Nell: No. It came on a silver platter. Poppy is thinking late 18th century.

Me: That has got to smell.

Nell: Not the mackerel, you fool. The platter. Poppy is an expert at antiques.

Me: I didn’t know.

Nell: She is great pals with that presenter who always smiles even when there is bad news.

Me: Fiona Bruce?

Nell: Yes. Fiona Moose though why they chose such a large animal to talk about antiques will remain a mystery.

Me: Quite.

Nell: Did I just see David carrying Gladys into Charlie’s room on a silver platter?

Me: Yes.

Nell: Was Gladys carrying a mackerel?

Me: Yes, and some beetroot. It goes really well with mackerel. Sorry.

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