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.
