Christmas Eve

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.

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