Nell: Poppy has gone back to bed.
Me: I don’t blame her. Look at the weather.
Nell: It’s Malcolm’s fault.
Me: But Malcolm is the politest flamingo I know. He wouldn’t say boo to a goose.
Nell: Why on earth would be want to do that?
Me: It’s just a saying.
Nell: Did you hear those Canadians yesterday?
Me: Are you talking about the Canada Geese?
Nell: I know they’ve flown in from Canada but do they have to shout about it?
Me: I always enjoy watching them fly over. Anyway, what did Malcolm do?
Nell: He said Poppy’s croissants were a little blonde.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: And they could do with a few more minutes in the oven.
Me: Oh no.
Nell: So she threw them in the garden.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: And a flock of Beefies in knitted scarves stole them.
Me: Well, it wasn’t really stealing if she had thrown them out.
Nell: And as they flew away they shouted: ‘Bit soggy.’
Me: Oh dear. But it is raining so they would be.
Nell: No. They were referring to the baking. And Malcolm says they had a point.
Me: It’s not like Poppy to bake a soggy croissant.
Nell: Quite. Something is bothering her. I think it’s about Kevin.
Me: But he’s doing well and the doctors will sort him out.
Nell: No. Kevin the dancer from Strictly. He was eliminated yesterday.
Me: I didn’t know Poppy was interested in dancing.
Nell: She isn’t anymore. She’s hung up her dancing shoes.
Me: I didn’t know she had dancing shoes.
Nell: I was speaking figuratively.
Me: I thought she didn’t have dancing shoes.
Nell: Of course she has dancing shoes. We all do. They’re next to our wellington boots. Haven’t you noticed them?
Me: Oh yes. Sorry.
