Thank goodness for Tony

Nell: Thank goodness Tony is here to give comfort to Dave. We have had some extremely disconcerting news.

Me: I know Harriet doesn’t want to play Shenanigans but neither does Mutley to be fair.

Nell: No. It’s about her visits to the Big House.

Me: Has The Cat reported back?

Nell: Yes. I am still in shock. David is almost speechless and Malcolm spilt his morning Frappuccino.

Me: Oh dear. That bad?

Nell: You are not going to believe this.

Me: I just might.

Nell: Harriet has been eating pickled fish.

Me: But Harriet doesn’t like pickled fish.

Nell: I know. But that’s not the point. She has been eating pickled fish on rye bread with a Beefy.

Me: A Smorgasbord?

Nell: Bless you. It’s the hay fever. Where was I?

Me: Harriet was eating pickled fish at the Big House with a Beefy.

Nell: Yes, a Beefy with piercing eyes, long blonde hair and a beard.

Me: Goodness me.

Nell: And that’s not all.

Me: There is more?

Nell: Yes. They were speaking in Swedish.

Me: I didn’t know Harriet spoke Swedish.

Nell: She does now.

Me: What were they saying?

Nell: The Cat doesn’t know. It doesn’t speak Swedish.

Me: How does it know it was Swedish then? It might have been Norwegian, or Danish, or even Finnish.

Nell: Do stop. It knows because his name is Sven.

Me: Oh. I see.

Nell: Sven Gully. He is renting an apartment in the Big House. His name is by the bell.

Me: Actually, his name is ringing a bell. I’m sure I’ve heard it somewhere before.

Nell: Where?

Me: I can’t remember. It will come back to me. Sorry.

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