Going to London

Nell: It’s complete chaos here.

Me: What on earth is Poppy doing?

Nell: Harriet has a sore throat so Poppy is giving her a quick examination to make sure she is safe to travel.

Me: Does she know what she’s looking for?

Nell: Of course she does. She is a trained First Aider.

Me: I thought that was for emergencies only.

Nell: Well, you thought wrong. Canine First Aiders are equipped for most eventualities.

Me: Impressive. Is Harriet ok?

Nell: She is fine. Too much singing. It’s “Dancing Queen” everywhere you go here. This Mama Mia hysteria has got way out of hand.

Me: Goodness. Although I’m glad Harriet is happier.

Nell: Yes. When The Cat started a conga she couldn’t refuse. What the neighbours think I do not know, although most of them joined in.

Me: Yes. The farm dogs love a good conga.

Nell: So do the Scottish Terriers from the holiday cottages. There was no stopping them.

Me: When do they all leave for London?

Nell: After breakfast. Poppy is cooking a full English. She is going to pack extra sausages for the journey as David gets peckish.

Me: Good idea.

Nell: I don’t believe it.

Me: What’s happened?

Nell: Everyone is wearing sequinned dungarees. Even Mutley and he isn’t going to London.

Me: I bet you wish you were going too.

Nell: I most certainly do not. Waving my paws in the air to “Gimme Gimme Gimme” is not something I enjoy.

Me: How about “Voulez Vous”?

Nell: Enough.

Me: Sorry.

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