Me: Harriet is such a beauty. Did you hear Jim the Farm Dog serenading her this morning from the roof?
Nell: Yes, thank you. We all did.
Me: Everyone is enjoying the scaffolding now that the roofers won’t be coming until next Tuesday.
Nell: I don’t believe it. Why next Tuesday?
Me: Apparently, it’s going to rain for the next few days so everything will get wet if they start taking the roof off. As it’s a Bank holiday on Monday they are coming on Tuesday.
Nell: Stuff and nonsense. I shall be having a strong word with them.
Me: Dave wondered if he might use the scaffolding for an impromptu performance of West Side Story.
Nell: I have told David repeatedly that this is a building site not a film set. He is not supposed to be on that platform.
Me: But it’s like a stage. He was wearing his hard hat.
Nell: If I have to listen to Gladys and those dancing chihuahuas sing “America” again I shall scream.
Me: It’s the perfect setting. Just like those New York fire escapes.
Nell: This is a barn conversion in Devon. It’s nothing like New York.
Me: Even Susan and her sweet natured seagull friends were singing. They are going to be her bridesmaids you know.
Nell: Yes. The Cat is designing their cloaks and bonnets. Malcolm still hasn’t decided on his best man, by the way.
Me: I think Dave is in with a chance even though he isn’t a flamingo.
Nell: As long as he doesn’t feel the need to wear pink feathers again. That costume was ridiculous.
Me: It was for the Mardi Gras.
Nell: It was for Kingsbridge carnival. Stop exaggerating.
Me: Oh yes. Sorry.
