Nell: There was an admission of guilt at Morning Thoughts today.
Me: Oh dear. Not Harriet again?
Nell: I am afraid so. Mutley was in the chair so he will make the final decision.
Me: Don’t you mean the sofa?
Nell: Very funny, but yes it was about the sofa. Or rather the sofa cushions.
Me: I thought Kev covered it in a blanket to try and stop her?
Nell: He did and she pulled it off.
Me: That was very naughty of her.
Nell: It implies a certain degree of forethought, although she claims she simply can’t help herself.
Me: Why does she do it?
Nell: Apparently it’s the way the beautiful white feathers explode into the air.
Me: Is she even sorry?
Nell: Briefly. David, however, is completely devastated.
Me: Is he doing that guilty thing again?
Nell: Yes, he has perfected the Head Low and Slow movement.
Me: But he didn’t do it?
Nell: I know. He just can’t bear his sister to be punished.
Me: Harriet is going to have to sleep in the kitchen.
Nell: Yes, and not in Mutley’s soft bed as that’s a reward.
Me: Everyone loves his soft bed. I can’t get you out of it if you get the chance.
Nell: It’s luxurious.
Me: It’s under the kitchen table.
Nell: Now, Poppy is cooking a Sunday roast and Knitwear Wolf is joining us with Owl Pacino.
Me: What about Henry and Horst?
Nell: They are hosting a leaf picnic for the bugs in the garden. Henry was telling me that the leaves are particularly tasty this year.
Me: Is Malcolm making dessert?
Nell: Yes. Treacle sponge pudding.
Me: With custard?
Nell: Of course. Whoever heard of a sponge pudding without custard? It’s like a bacon sandwich without sauce.
Me: Yes. Sorry.