Nell: Where’s David?
Me: Having cuddles and telling Tony about yesterday’s dinner party.
Nell: It was certainly eventful.
Nell: Lady Anwen nearly choked on a fish.
Me: I didn’t know Poppy was serving fish.
Nell: She wasn’t. Someone threw a mackerel through the window.
Me: Why was the window open?
Nell: Because the Welsh corgi choir were singing outside. But that’s not the point.
Me: Why did Lady Anwen eat it?
Nell: She used to play netball in her younger days so when it came flying in she caught it.
Me: In her mouth?
Nell: Obviously. Luckily Knitwear Wolf knows the Dry Stick Manoeuvre.
Me: Don’t you mean the Heimlich manoeuvre?
Nell: No. You simply hit the person choking on the back with a stick or, in this case, a baguette.
Me: Good for Rupert.
Nell: Yes. It was a tense moment.
Me: I presume the Beefies were behind it?
Nell: Of course. Fortunately Gladys performed a contemporary dance before any questions could be asked.
Me: Quick thinking.
Nell: It was a frosty start until Charlie said ‘May I introduce Prince Rupert?’ and her eyes lit up.
Me: I bet they did.
Nell: She had no idea that Knitwear Wolf was royal.
Me: He isn’t. It’s just where he comes from in Canada.
Nell: I know that and you know that, but she doesn’t.
Nell: At dinner Mutley was on her left and nodded regularly in an interested way.
Me: Who was on her right?
Nell: Rupert. He was wearing an elegant knitted suit and was charm personified. He soon had her eating out of his paw.
Me: I don’t think he should have been feeding her, Nell. She can do that on her own.
Nell: Not literally. I despair of you sometimes.
Me: Yes. Sorry.