Nell: Where is David?
Me: On my bed asleep. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: But it’s time for Morning Thoughts.
Me: I know. It’s just that yesterday’s excitement wore him out.
Nell: Running around all evening throwing cushions in the air and squealing.
Me: It was happy singing.
Nell: Talking of happy singing did you enjoy this morning’s carol concert?
Me: It was lovely and most unexpected.
Nell: Myfanwy and the Welsh corgi choir insisted. Fortunately the Whippets Institute didn’t need their minibus.
Me: Good.
Nell: They are enjoying mulled wine and hot mince pies as we speak.
Me: Isn’t it rather early for mulled wine?
Nell: Corgis thrive on it. Apparently it lubricates the vocal chords.
Me: Really?
Nell: Although I must say it doesn’t do much for the balance. I found an inebriated corgi in the Christmas tree.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Did you notice their green and red scarves?
Me: I did.
Nell: Part of Knitwear Wolf’s Christmas Collection. Attractive and warm.
Me: Rather like Knitwear Wolf himself then.
Nell: Rupert certainly has his admirers.
Me: Is Myfanwy still smitten?
Nell: Completely. He has no idea, you know. I’ve told her she is wasting her time but she won’t listen.
Me: Love is a powerful emotion.
Nell: I think it’s just a crush. It will pass. What on earth is he doing now?
Me: Who?
Nell: Mutley. He just walked past dressed as a monk.
Me: Gosh. He’s certainly put on an awful lot of weight since I went away and he’s losing his hair.
Nell: That’s not a real tummy and he’s wearing a wig.
Me: Did you know Mutley was interested in entering the church?
Nell: It’s a costume. Mutley must be auditioning for Friar Tuck. Auditions are today.
Me: Oh, I see. Sorry.
