Me: Those two. The best of friends. Dave nearly knocked Tony over.
Nell: Yes. David can be rather exuberant at times. We are hoping to meet little Ollie as soon as he’s had his vaccinations.
Me: I can’t wait. A darling little baby Labrador.
Nell: Don’t start. You and Kev have more than enough to be going on with. We five Martins plus Gladys and Charlie, a flamingo and a turkey.
Me: Aren’t you a Shepherd now that you and Charlie are married?
Nell: I decided to keep my name. It’s quite acceptable nowadays. It saves changing my passport, driving licence, credit cards etc.
Me: I didn’t know you could drive.
Nell: Of course I can.
Me: I didn’t know you had a passport either.
Nell: We’ve all got passports. How do you think Timothy went to Italy?
Me: I thought he flew there.
Nell: Yes. He did.
Me: Well, he wouldn’t need a passport then, would he?
Nell: Of course he would.
Me: He could just land where ever he wanted to.
Nell: You didn’t think he actually flew there himself did you? All the way to Italy? Under his own steam? Using his wings?
Me: I suppose I did.
Nell: That’s ridiculous. Everyone knows turkeys can hardly fly and Timothy isn’t exactly athletic.
Me: I didn’t know. How did he get there then?
Nell: He flew with EasyJet, of course. Like so many of us. No frills but reasonably priced.
Me: Oh, I see. Cheep and cheerful. See what I did there?
Nell: Very funny. I suppose you think Malcolm and Susan are going to fly to the French Riviera for their honeymoon themselves?
Me: Aren’t they?
Nell: Certainly not, Poppy is flying them down there in her helicopter. Do keep up.
Me: Of course. Silly me. Sorry.
