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.
