Me: Harriet just gave me one of her looks.
Nell: Were you taking photos of us asleep again?
Me: I couldn’t resist.
Nell: It’s Sunday. A day of rest. We were up early for Morning Songs and now we want some quiet.
Me: But Knitwear Wolf is here with the Sunday newspapers and he says ‘Robin Woof’ is a huge hit with the critics.
Nell: Well, I’m awake now so you might as well bring them in.
Me: Good.
Nell: Can you get my reading glasses back from David, please?
Me: I didn’t know he was having trouble with his eyes.
Nell: He isn’t. He saw a film with Cary Grant wearing spectacles and Sally said he looked dreamy.
Me: Here they are. Poppy has made shortbread to go with your Earl Grey.
Nell: The photos have come out well. They particularly capture the galloping of the large beasts across the sand with the sea behind them.
Me: And Henry and Horst hanging on for dear life. Or even deer life. See what I did there?
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Dave’s duet with Sally was wonderful and who organised those doves?
Nell: They weren’t doves. They were Beefies painted white.
Me: Really?
Nell: Didn’t you wonder about the shower of prawns?
Me: I thought it was unusual but then Dave casually threw them into the audience.
Nell: He is good at thinking on his paws.
Me: Knitwear Wolf was awfully convincing as a baddie.
Nell: Yes. People were terrified.
Me: When I saw him just now I almost ran away except he was wearing one of his cuddly sweaters and smiling so I knew it was him.
Nell: Of course it was him. It’s called acting. David isn’t really Robin Woof you know.
Me: He is in my eyes. Sorry.
