Me: Harriet’s hiding in the bushes.
Nell: I know. We have various operatives hidden throughout the property until PC Panda arrives.
Me: Is that why Gladys is wearing dark glasses and a raincoat?
Nell: No. That’s just a fashion statement.
Me: Why did Dave and Harriet bring Myfanwy and Lady Anwen back here?
Nell: David says he knew I would sort everything out because I always do.
Me: True.
Nell: And The Queen agrees.
Me: The Queen?
Nell: Yes. She joined us at Morning Thoughts.
Me: She did?
Nell: Yes. Via zoom. Do keep up.
Me: You could have told me.
Nell: You were writing. You know perfectly well that nobody is allowed to disturb you.
Me: So what’s next?
Nell: Knitwear Wolf insists that the real Myfanwy is still in there so we shall try and get her back.
Me: How?
Nell: No Good Boyo is sending a couple of Welsh Border Terriers to take her to Lampeter.
Me: That’s in the middle of nowhere.
Nell: Yes, but Auntie Gwen will sort her out.
Me: What about Lady Anwen?
Nell: She’s past saving.
Me: Barking mad?
Nell: Yes. I am rather annoyed but that corgi is completely unhinged. She’s going to Dartmoor Prison. PC Panda is collecting her later.
Me: She’ll still be in Devon, though.
Nell: Yes. We believe the Beefies will try and free her and Sally thinks Sven Gully is involved so we may trap a Beefy, or two.
Me: Excellent.
Nell: In the meantime the Welsh corgi choir are performing Sunday songs in the hope that they will warm Myfanwy’s heart before she leaves.
Me: So all’s well that ends well.
Nell: It will be when I’ve had some hot buttered toast and a cup of Earl Grey. Could you pour please?
Me: Yes. Sorry.
