Me: Harriet looks concerned.
Nell: There’s a Beaky Blinder looking through the window.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: If you ask me those pigeons are just showing off with their tweed caps and knitted socks.
Me: Knitted socks?
Nell: Yes. I thought the wigs were silly enough but now they are all wearing socks.
Me: Maybe this is part of Knitwear Wolf’s marketing campaign.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: You know he and The Cat want to launch the Prince Rupert line?
Nell: If I was looking for models for my socks, pigeons would not be my first port of call.
Me: No, I suppose not.
Nell: Anyway, I happen to know Rhu the Bernese Mountain Dog has already secured the modelling contract.
Me: Really?
Nell: Yes. According to The Cat her sturdy legs are ideal for socks and she can carry off a knitted cardigan with ease. Now, are you all ready for Friday?
Me: Why?
Nell: It’s Kev’s 60th Birthday.
Me: Oh yes. Well, I’m getting there.
Nell: What on earth does that mean?
Me: I’ve still got to pack a few things.
Nell: You are best off asking Malcolm and Susan to do any packing. They are very neat. It’s a beak thing.
Me: Have Dave and Gladys sorted out the entertainment?
Nell: Yes. They’ve organised a trampoline.
Me: I don’t think I want to know why.
Nell: Yes. Best not to ask. I know Gladys is going to ride round the ring standing on Alejandro’s back.
Me: What ring?
Nell: I think it’s circus themed.
Me: That explains David’s top hat. You know Kev asked for a quiet birthday with no fuss?
Nell: That was never going to happen. He’s Kevin Martin and he’s going to be 60. There is nothing quiet about that.
Me: No. You’re right. Sorry.
