Me: What a beautiful sandy face.
Nell: Thank you.
Me: I did enjoy our swim. The sea wasn’t too cold once I got used to it. How are the wedding preparations coming along?
Nell: I’m a little worried that Susan and Malcolm will get their cloaks wet during the ceremony on Saturday. Surfboards can wobble.
Me: Let’s hope there aren’t any waves.
Nell: I know the majority of the guests have fur or feathers, but nobody likes a wet coat.
Me: Quite. How about the food? Will there be a cream tea?
Nell: Afternoon tea with Poppy’s scones and Malcolm’s macarons will take place directly after the ceremony.
Me: What time is the ceremony?
Nell: 2pm. Some guests are flying in from further afield, so to speak. Did I tell you that the Royal Owl Force are doing a fly past?
Me: How lovely.
Nell: They will be joined by a flamboyance of flamingos. Count Bingo is determined to make it a special day.
Me: Wonderful.
Nell: Poppy has been working on the cake for days. I think it’s going to be quite something.
Me: It’s not prawn flavoured, is it?
Nell: No. Poppy decided a prawn cake might be a little too challenging for some. Myself included.
Me: Thank goodness.
Nell: It’s a Baked Alaska.
Me: How on earth is Poppy going to serve that on the beach? There’s ice cream in it and hot meringue on the outside.
Nell: Fortunately Gelato Spinone has an ice cream van and Poppy always carries a blow torch. It will be assembled at the last minute.
Me: Will there be anything on the top?
Nell: Of course there will. A polite and beloved sugar flamingo with a gentle little seagull by his side. The perfect couple in my eyes.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
