Final rehearsals

Me: Why is Harriet at the top of the stairs?

Nell: It’s an inside rehearsal. She is waiting for her entrance Didn’t you notice Jim the Farm Dog singing ‘Maria’?

Me: I did wonder.

Nell: And the choir of Welsh corgis in the kitchen?

Me: They were eating toast and marmalade.

Nell: Everyone needs a little breakfast. I’m glad Myfanwy is back.

Me: Where was she?

Nell: Her head was turned by a dashing white sergeant from the West Highland Terriers.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: They eloped but it was such a long way to Gretna Green that she changed her mind half way there and came home.

Me: Probably wise.

Nell: Did you see any dancing chihuahuas?

Me: Yes. Poppy is making them pancakes.

Nell: Good. David ate the first batch by mistake.

Me: You can’t eat a pancake by mistake, Nell.

Nell: David can. Remember the muffins?

Me: True.

Nell: Dress rehearsal is at 12pm and the performance at 5pm. Just time for a light lunch in between.

Me: Good idea.

Nell: Poppy was thinking soup but I pointed out the danger of spillage so we have gone for sandwiches.

Me: Crusts off?

Nell: Of course. We have standards.

Me: A mini bus just arrived.

Nell: That will be the Whippets Institute. Keep them away from the Welsh corgis. We don’t want skirt envy again.

Me: Why can’t the corgis have skirts,too?

Nell: The Cat says corgis aren’t made for skirts. They have lace neckerchiefs and sequinned Welsh hats.

Me: It’s not very West Side Story, is it?

Nell: Please tell me Mutley isn’t dressed as a Jet. His hearing has gone and he can hardly walk.

Me: But he can still sing.

Nell: He’s on the scaffolding again, isn’t he?

Me: Yes, but wearing a safety rope. Sorry.

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