Shall we have a quiet day?

Me: Where is Poppy?

Nell: Resting with Harriet in the studio. She needs some quiet after the jousting yesterday so Malcolm is preparing breakfast.

Me: Full English?

Nell: No. Smoked salmon and scrambled eggs. Poppy’s favourite.

Me: I never thought anyone would beat Poppy but Gladys unseated her.

Nell: David was a little too fast. More of a gallop than a trot.

Me: Yes. Alejandro was more controlled.

Nell: He has hooves, of course.

Me: Yes, and riding an alpaca seems to be easier than riding a Labrador. Not that I’ve ever tried.

Nell: The mere thought.

Me: And Poppy was riding bareback. In a full suit of armour.

Nell: Yes. David refused to be saddled. He said it was too restricting.

Me: I don’t blame him. Gladys is freakishly strong for a small dog. She was twirling that lance like a cheerleader.

Nell: Yes. Most disconcerting.

Me: Those tall medieval hats suited the Welsh corgi choir.

Nell: Yes. Myfanwy had a few problems with her veil but fortunately one of the Whippets Institute had a safety pin.

Me: I didn’t know they were coming.

Nell: They never miss the chance of a cream tea.

Me: The Cat made an excellent Robin Hood. Those tights.

Nell: A little over the top for my taste. I’m sure Robin never wore sequins.

Me: Shall we have a quiet day today, Nell?

Nell: Yes. The Sunday papers after breakfast I think and The Archers Omnibus with our elevenses.

Me: Sounds perfect.

Nell: What’s that dreadful noise?

Me: Alejandro appears to be playing the banjo.

Nell: Don’t be ridiculous.

Me: I know it’s an unlikely thing for an alpaca to be doing but it’s true. Look.

Nell: It’s not a banjo. It’s a lute. Do try and get your instruments right.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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