Spotted in Kingsbridge

Nell: That was the police. You are not going to believe this.

Me: I just might.

Nell: Gladys was spotted yesterday evening at a Mexican restaurant in Kingsbridge.

Me: That’s wonderful news.

Nell: Drinking tequila and wearing an oversized sombrero.

Me: Go Gladys.

Nell: When the police got to the restaurant they were told she had left with an alpaca in a sky blue waistcoat, carrying a handbag.

Me: At least we know she is ok.

Nell: Both appeared to be ‘slightly the worse for wear’. I quote. And were singing ‘Guantanamera’.

Me: Do we know what they had for dinner?

Nell: No, we don’t. That’s not the point. It doesn’t matter if she had fajitas, or tacos.

Me: Personally, I prefer fajitas every time. Tacos are too crunchy.

Nell: You can get soft tacos. Good grief. Now I’m discussing Mexican food with you.

Me: Tasty tortillas with some fresh guacamole and spicy salsa.

Nell: Enough. The question is, why hasn’t Gladys been in touch?

Me: Too busy having fun?

Nell: But she knows we will worry.

Me: There might be a reasonable explanation for all this.

Nell: I’m not holding my breath. What’s David waving at us now?

Me: His iBone. It’s a text in Spanish. ‘Si quieres ver a Gladys otra vez, todos deben usar un sombrero.’ Can anyone translate?

Nell: ‘If you want to see Gladys again, you must all wear a sombrero.’ Your accent is appalling, by the way.

Me: I didn’t know you spoke Spanish.

Nell: I was once engaged to an Andalusian hound. Don’t ask. It’s best left in the past.

Me: Who sent the text?

Nell: It’s from someone called Alejandro.

Me: Is that your Andalusian hound?

Nell: Certainly not. It must be the alpaca. It sounds South American.

Me: Of course. Sorry.

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