Nell: So when will you be home?
Me: Late afternoon. Are you coming with Kev to collect me?
Nell: Of course. Did you learn anything new while you were away?
Me: Yes. Did you know Belgians aren’t keen on negotiating?
Nell: Are we talking about the Belgian Malinois, or the Belgian Shepherd?
Me: I’m not sure. How is Hamish managing without his sporran?
Nell: Myfanwy has taken him under her paw. He was a guest soloist at Morning Songs.
Me: With the Welsh corgi choir?
Nell: Yes. It’s Sunday. Hamish isn’t a singer so he joined Gladys in a Highland Fling while the choir sang ‘I love a Lassie’.
Me: I see what you did there.
Nell: One of the Beefies tried to join in on the bagpipes but a well aimed scone soon put a stop to it.
Me: Poppy?
Nell: No. Knitwear Wolf. He has taken to wearing a kilt and I must say it really suits him.
Me: I can imagine.
Nell: David’s kilt is in the Anderson tartan but Sally refused to let him wear his sequinned waistcoat.
Me: It’s a shame Sally won’t let him wear what he wants. That’s not like her.
Nell: Yes. To be honest we’re all finding Sally rather difficult.
Me: Really?
Nell: She seems like a different dog.
Me: Has she been speaking Swedish?
Nell: No. Only a little Spanish with Alejandro.
Me: You don’t think she could be expecting, do you?
Nell: Expecting what? Personally I never know what to expect.
Me: I meant expecting the patter of tiny feet.
Nell: Are you referring to Gladys, or a corgi?
Me: I’m talking about puppies. Her puppies. Well, hers and Dave’s I suppose.
Nell: What? David would never take advantage of Sally. He is an honourable boy.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
