Me: I love your sandy face, although you are giving me a rather hard stare.
Nell: It’s not just sand. You remember the incident just now with Kev’s cold tea?
Me: Yes. It was quite funny. When I put my empty paper cup into his I didn’t realise his cup still had tea in it and it went all over the picnic table.
Nell: I was under that table.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: I was busy clearing up when I was showered with cold tea. Notice my face.
Me: I do apologise, Nell. Fortunately it’s only a little.
Nell: Easy for you to say.
Me: I’m sure Dave will clean it off. He is ever so good at that. Remember Gladys and the jam?
Nell: Yes. And Harriet and the Parmesan cheese?
Me: And Mutley and the tomato sauce?
Nell: The list is endless. Now, as it is Saturday and the weekend there will be no roofers.
Me: I know. Peace and quiet for two days.
Nell: Apart from choir practice.
Me: Excuse me?
Nell: You know Myfanwy invited Mutley to sing at their next concert? Well, they are rehearsing later.
Me: I didn’t know.
Nell: Don’t worry. They will be gone by 4pm because of the cheerleading Chow Chows.
Me: The what?
Nell: The cheerleading Chow Chows from Chichester. They are down here on holiday and got chatting to David and Gladys at the Quay.
Me: Of course they did.
Nell: To cut a long story short they are coming to tea. Poppy knows. She did a lot of cheerleading in her youth.
Me: Why am I not surprised? Is Dave carrying a Pom Pom?
Nell: No, it’s just Gladys. Easy mistake to make though. I think he left his Pom Poms at home.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
