Me: Why are you all in a line? Poppy seems in a rush.
Nell: It’s International Women’s Day. We are waiting for the others to join us for the march.
Me: What march?
Nell: Well, as you may know, Harriet and I have been involved in deep discussions with the Whippets Institute.
Me: Harriet doesn’t like talking.
Nell: This is fighting talk.
Me: Oh, I see.
Nell: Anyway, they have arranged a march to demonstrate solidarity with all females around the world. The Welsh corgis are singing and the Dartmouth Dachshunds are performing. We aren’t quite sure what, but it usually involves rolling over.
Me: Can I point out that David isn’t a female.
Nell: David and The Cat are honorary females today. Someone has to carry my handbag as Gladys isn’t up to the walk but still wants to be involved. I blame those rock cakes.
Me: What about Mutley?
Nell: Mutley doesn’t do marching. Before you ask, Charlie is resting. The past few days have taken their toll.
Me: Oh dear. How is he?
Nell: He is very tired. You can see it in his eyes. So I suggested a pyjama day with dressing gown and slippers, of course.
Me: Yes. Quite.
Nell: Malcolm and Susan will be looking after him while I am out. Mutley will join him by the fire for a light lunch of poached salmon and new potatoes on a tray and possibly a game of cards afterwards.
Me: Good. What about the Beefies?
Nell: Nothing as yet but the Owl Air Force will escort us from the sky in case of any nonsense.
Me: I wish I could be there.
Nell: It’s being streamed worldwide so you can follow it online. Netlicks will probably make a series out of it knowing them.
Me: Are you sure people will be that interested?
Nell: Kitten Kardashandrun and her Klan are involved so we are guaranteed publicity. Notice what I did there?
Me: Klever.
Nell: Enough.
Me: Sorry.
