Me: If I didn’t know what a darling he really is, I would be a bit scared of Dave today.
Nell: He is on guard duty. Sally asked him to watch the front gate.
Me: For strange postmen?
Nell: What are you talking about? I know Tony is on holiday but the replacement Tonys are all very friendly.
Me: Well, who is he guarding us from then? Everyone is learning French and Gladys is wearing Poppy’s suit of armour.
Nell: Gladys is overreacting as usual. Never you mind.
Me: You have to tell me, Nell. Ever since Harriet came back with a baguette, things have been tense. You’ve been chatting to Sally and Charlie for hours. It’s just a stick of bread.
Nell: It is so much more.
Me: Yes. I must admit it was tasty. We all enjoyed it with Poppy’s mackerel pate. Especially Gladys.
Nell: I know. I found the crumbs in my handbag.
Me: Why is The Cat here with black material and no sequins?
Nell: Ah, there they are, as expected.
Nell: Two French rooks with an invitation. Do keep up.
Me: For me?
Nell: Certainly not. For Sally.
Me: Look at Dave barring their way. He has taken the invitation. Where has Harriet gone?
Nell: Inside. She mustn’t be seen.
Me: I wonder who it’s from.
Nell: Madame Odile Cygne Noir.
Me: That’s a bit of a mouthful.
Nell: She owns the French bakery.
Me: Why is she inviting Sally? How does she even know Sally is here?
Nell: Harriet told her.
Me: Now I am really confused. Sorry.