Me: Why is Dave closing one eye?
Nell: He’s supposed to be meditating but he’s finding it a struggle.
Me: Well, he’s not really a meditating type of animal is he?
Nell: What do you mean?
Me: He’s got too much bounce in him.
Nell: Harriet can do it and she can be very lively when she wants to be.
Me: Yes, but Harriet is a spy. She can be lots of things. My Big Brave Beautiful Boy is always himself.
Nell: Is that a corgi without a hat?
Me: Where?
Nell: On the hill.
Me: You’ve got good eyesight. They all seem to be wearing hats as far as I can see.
Nell: On the right next to the Llama brothers.
Me: Oh yes. She’s wearing a rather pretty bow. It looks sweet. Won’t that do?
Nell: A bow won’t protect you from a flying mackerel, or the sun.
Me: That’s true.
Nell: At least the Llama brothers are wearing sombreros.
Me: Yes. Strangely enough they go with their pyjamas.
Nell: Those are gondolier outfits.
Me: I didn’t realise. Anyway, it’s nice to see them joining in Sunday Songs, although it’s actually supposed to be more about singing than dancing.
Nell: Llamas don’t sing.
Me: Alejandro does.
Nell: Alejandro is from Ecuador and he’s an alpaca.
Me: Does that make a difference?
Nell: Of course it does.
Me: The Llama brothers are from Italy. They shouldn’t really be wearing sombreros.
Nell: One of the cows ate their gondolier hats and The Cat had a few sombreros to spare.
Me: Fair enough. Are the corgis singing ‘Fly, baby, fly’ by Silver Convention?
Nell: Yes, in honour of Benjamin’s mission to save David.
Me: Look at the llamas doing those 1970’s moves.
Nell: I’d rather not, thank you.
Me: Sorry.
