Call me Wallander

Me: Dave is awfully quiet.

Nell: He’s still in character. He did so well yesterday that we are letting him continue until Harriet gets back.

Me: But he’s being a bit aloof.

Nell: It’s the Scandinavian detective thing. He wants to be called Wallander.

Me: So, tell me again how it went.

Nell: Mutley was amazing. Sven chatted away to him in Swedish but as he is deaf and was wearing thick glasses it had no effect whatsoever.

Me: How about the pickled fish?

Nell: David served it in a haughty, distant manner and tossed a herring down his throat like a true professional.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: The fun began when Mutley showed Sven his watch.

Me: Well, that was a waste of time. See what I did there? I thought Mutley was supposed to be hypnotising him.

Nell: He used the watch. Do keep up.

Me: Clever.

Nell: We had a tense moment when Gladys accidentally went into a trance but fortunately David saw it happen and intervened.

Me: Did it work on Sven too?

Nell: Yes. He is going to release everyone this afternoon at the quay.

Me: How are we going to do make sure they all go?

Nell: Personal invitations. Harriet threw hers in the sea but Jim the Farm Dog says she will be there, even if he has to carry her.

Me: What about Poppy?

Nell: She and Ron Gilbert are coming. They are picking up a takeaway from MuttDonalds.

Me: And The Cat?

Nell: It’s rather taken with David’s gloomy Scandi look so it’s agreed as long as it can wear grey and keep in the background.

Me: Fingers crossed that we have them back by the end of the day.

Nell: It’s paws pressed. You know that. And we will.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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