Me: Dave is making Tony laugh.
Nell: He’s probably practising his Best Man jokes. I’ve told him to keep it clean. There will be puppies in the audience.
Me: Will there?
Nell: Yes. Tony has agreed that little Ollie will be allowed to watch. From a sand dune as he’s too young to join in properly.
Me: Good. How is it all going?
Nell: Fortunately Peter is out, so I can tick that off my list.
Me: Who?
Nell: Peter the Pelican. The celebrant? For the wedding tomorrow? They’ve broken him out of the zoo. Do keep up.
Me: How’s Malcolm?
Nell: Still recovering from his stag night. Poppy organised it.
Me: How about the girls?
Nell: Susan’s hen night was a quiet affair. Pyjamas and party games and everyone in bed by ten. Except Gladys.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Malcolm is having a quiet breakfast and is probably best left alone. David had a full English. Twice.
Me: Why twice?
Nell: The first time was by mistake.
Me: What about Timothy?
Nell: Just black coffee for him, as usual.
Me: Well, he is an artist.
Nell: I know but he’s not going to the wedding in a paint stained smock. We’ve already had a disaster with the sequins.
Me: What happened?
Nell: A Beefy threw a mackerel at The Cat as it was coming out of Barks and Spencer and it dropped them.
Me: I didn’t know Barks sold sequins.
Nell: It had already bought the sequins at the haberdashery. It just popped into Barks for a quick sandwich to eat later. But that’s not the point.
Me: No.
Nell: Did Alejandro just walk past carrying Gladys in my handbag?
Me: Yes.
Nell: Were they both pink and sparkly?
Me: Yes. I’m sure it will wash out, though. Sorry.
