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.
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?
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.