Me: You look a little pained.
Nell: I’m sitting in a frosty meadow. You try it.
Me: I wondered if it was after yesterday’s adventures.
Nell: I shall certainly need some time to recover from it all.
Me: Come on, Nell, we had a wonderful time.
Nell: Ketchup is no longer allowed in the horse box. Did you see the mess the large animals made after their trip to MuttDonalds?
Me: They couldn’t see anything, Nell. They were wearing hats and boots and there wasn’t much room to move around.
Nell: Sticking their burgers on the end of Olive’s antlers.
Me: Olive didn’t mind.
Nell: How did Henry and Horst get in there? They were meant to be in the minibus.
Me: They were travelling on Alejandro’s sombrero.
Nell: And how on earth did Gladys and Mutley end up on stage at the Princess Theatre?
Me: They went through the wrong door.
Nell: Gladys can dance but Mutley was wearing Ugg boots and he couldn’t hear the music.
Me: He tried though. The audience loved them.
Nell: And just when I thought it was over, David walks on in his top hat and joins Mutley in a celebration of Sinatra.
Me: Those boys can sing, though. Did you hear the applause for ‘My Way’?
Nell: They can’t do this kind of thing at the Palace.
Me: The Queen might enjoy it.
Nell: These impromptu performances have to stop.
Me: Poppy’s scones were a huge success with passers-by.
Nell: Handed out of the window on the end of her sword?
Me: Ingenious.
Nell: Well, Torquay isn’t going to forget us all in a hurry.
Me: That’s exactly what the reporter from the Daily Growl said.
Nell: What reporter?
Me: The one covering our visit.
Nell: With photos?
Me: Yes. Sorry.
