Nell: David is feeling concerned.
Me: About the Prime Minister being in intensive care?
Nell: Yes, that’s extremely worrying for everyone, especially his family. We always send special love and strength to all those afflicted at Morning Thoughts and he was mentioned.
Me: Good.
Nell: But David is also concerned about a rather strange text from Sally.
Me: What did it say?
Nell: ‘Things are not as they seem. Be on your guard.’
Me: I wish she’d stop sending those. What does it mean?
Nell: I’m not sure, but when he showed it to Harriet she nodded wisely.
Me: Harriet obviously knows something. It’s Joyce, isn’t it?
Nell: Would you please stop with the Joyce thing. Mutley is a good judge of character. If he trusts Joyce then so should we.
Me: Well, I don’t.
Nell: I have far more pressing problems. We are low on bacon, so sandwiches will need to be shared, and Seamus has asked to join the Welsh corgi choir.
Me: What? Seamus is not a Welsh corgi.
Nell: Neither is the Whippets Institute and they are all members.
Me: Seamus lives miles away.
Nell: It’s all done virtually at the moment. All you need is an iBone, or iPawed.
Me: And Seamus has turned bad.
Nell: Now that is a worry.
Me: I never had Seamus down as a singer. Naughty Nigel has a lovely voice, but then he’s from Wales and we all like to sing.
Nell: I’ve noticed.
Me: How do you know he wants to join?
Nell: He’s been talking to Myfanwy apparently. She seems to think it’s a good idea.
Me: He’ll be wanting to do contemporary dance with Gladys next.
Nell: We’re all doing that. ‘Glide with Gladys’. It’s on every morning. Do keep up.
Me: I didn’t know. Sorry.
