It will wash out

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.

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