Happy Thanksgiving

Me: You’re smiling.

Nell: Yes. This is a day of thanks and I would like to wish all our American friends a Happy Thanksgiving.

Me: So would I but could you tell me what happened?

Nell: It was going well until David ate the canapés by mistake.

Me: He was probably nervous.

Nell: Fortunately Poppy improvised with some slithers of Brie.

Me: Don’t you mean sliver?

Nell: No. Brie tends to slither when it’s really ripe. I found myself sitting next to Ramson.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: Those eyes are worse than Paul Hollywoof’s. We had just finished our soup when Sally walked in with Henry on her collar.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: We had all agreed that we would not overreact.

Me: I’m guessing this was a bit difficult for some.

Nell: In David’s case it proved impossible. He threw caution to the wind, along with several bread rolls, ran over to Sally and covered her in kisses.

Me: My Big Brave Beautiful Boy. He simply can’t disguise his feelings.

Nell: The guests applauded.

Me: Bless.

Nell: Ramson rose to his feet angrily so Gladys and Alejandro started performing the Macarena.

Me: Excellent diversionary tactics.

Nell: Everyone joined in while Gladys headed for Ramson.

Me: Bold move.

Nell: She was wearing a Hawaiian flower garland and wrapped it around his neck.

Me: How thoughtful.

Nell: What he didn’t know is that it was full of biting bugs and they soon got to work.

Me: Genius.

Nell: While Ramson was trying to get the bugs off we all ran for the door taking Sally with us.

Me: So everyone’s coming home?

Nell: Except Handsome and Sadie.

Me: Did they perish in the struggle?

Nell: Perished? No. They’ve run off together. Do try and be a little more realistic.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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