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.
