Me: It’s Christmas Eve today. Why are you hiding in the kitchen in a Santa hat?
Nell: I am Poppy’s taster as David is indisposed.
Me: Did you stick your tongue out at me?
Nell: No, I was trying a flapjack and it was a little on the sticky side.
Me: What’s wrong with Dave?
Nell: He overindulged last night at The Cat’s.
Me: What happened?
Nell: He ate a whole bowl of cheese fondue by mistake. He didn’t realise you were meant to dip small cubes of bread in it and used a whole baguette.
Me: That’s a lot of cheese.
Nell: Yes. He was very thirsty afterwards and mistook the Schnapps for water.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Sally had to roll him home.
Me: It’s lucky The Cat lives nearby.
Nell: Quite. Anyway, he’s feeling a little delicate this morning and only managed two lightly boiled eggs.
Me: Have you heard from Myfanwy? How was their first date?
Nell: The evening went extremely well.
Me: What did they eat? Spaghetti and meatballs?
Nell: What are you talking about? They had breast of chicken. Knitwear Wolf requested gentle food for Myfanwy as she is so little.
Me: But Myfanwy eats everything. She has a huge appetite.
Nell: I know that and you know that, but he doesn’t.
Me: She must have been starving.
Nell: Poppy made a Bombe Alaska for dessert to remind Knitwear Wolf of his snowy Canadian home. He must be missing it at this time of year.
Me: Alaska is in the US.
Nell: Yes, but it’s cool and delicious.
Me: A bit like Rupert then.
Nell: Do stop. Have you packed your presents?
Me: Not yet.
Nell: Well, hurry up. The Welsh corgi choir are arriving soon for carols and Christmas treats.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
