Me: What’s going on?
Nell: It’s obvious.
Me: Not to me.
Nell: It’s a grey Tuesday so we are playing Bites of the Round Bowl.
Me: Bites of the Round Bowl?
Nell: Yes. David is Sir Lancelot and I am bold Lady Nell.
Me: Why has he got his paw on your head?
Nell: He is blessing me with the royal meal of approval while Princess Harriet looks on.
Me: Don’t you mean seal of approval?
Nell: Certainly not. Biscuits are involved.
Me: What about Poppy?
Nell: Poppy is St. George, obviously, armourless at the moment but on standby with Malcolm as a shy knight.
Me: I never knew there was such a thing as a shy knight. Is Mutley involved?
Nell: He is Merlin and The Cat is Robin Hood in tights and a feathered cap.
Me: I think you’re getting your stories confused. You’ll be telling me Gladys is Maid Marian next.
Nell: Gladys is the Sheriff of Nottingham. She’s terrifyingly good at being bad. You wouldn’t recognise her in a beard.
Me: Is Kev playing?
Nell: Of course. He’s King Arthur.
Me: What about me? Am I the Queen?
Nell: Don’t be silly. The mere idea.
Me: Oh, I just hoped I might be included.
Nell: Of course you’re the Queen. If Kev is Arthur there can only be one Guinevere. Now go and get your tall hat and veil, Gladys is about to perform a contemporary dance.
Me: Yes. Thank you. Sorry.
