Dave is exhausted

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.

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