Nell: It’s too much, isn’t it?
Me: Well, I think it might be.
Nell: I told The Cat that hat was over the top even without the wig, but would it listen?
Me: Obviously not.
Nell: It said it loves the way the blonde hair frames my face.
Me: It’s dreadful, Nell.
Nell: I agree. It’s simply not happening. A few fresh roses in my summer hat are going to have to do for the Easter parade.
Me: Yes.
Nell: I’m leaving the wigs to David and Gladys. They love the things. You know that Beefy still flies around wearing David’s long black wig?
Me: What did Charlie say?
Nell: He hasn’t stopped laughing since he saw me and Mutley choked on his scrambled egg.
Me: You have no need for adornments. You are a classic beauty.
Nell: Kind of you to say so.
Me: It’s true.
Nell: There, I’ve taken it off.
Me: Much better. I couldn’t really have a serious conversation with you wearing that thing.
Nell: When do you have serious conversations?
Me: I’ve been known to.
Nell: Tell me that David didn’t just walk past carrying Gladys in my handbag and wearing my blonde wig?
Me: He did. I must say he can carry it off with style.
Nell: Is Gladys wearing that awful pink hat?
Me: I’m afraid so.
Nell: And does it actually suit her?
Me: Yes, it sort of does. Sorry.
