Me: I beat Dave in a game of Cheeky Animals.
Nell: Well done.
Me: I could feel him sticking his tongue out at me behind my back so I turned around quickly and caught him.
Nell: You do know you are a 61 year old grandmother, don’t you?
Me: So?
Nell: Just saying.
Me: Grandmothers can play Cheeky Animals, too.
Nell: Indeed. My reading group have been known to play a quick game if the book we’ve been reading is a little slow.
Me: Really?
Nell: Yes. It livens up the proceedings considerably. Although one of the Barnstaple Bassets became over excited one time and choked on her scone.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Fortunately she was sitting next to a large lady Labrador from Launceston who whacked her in the back with her tail and the scone popped out.
Me: Quick thinking.
Nell: Did you enjoy Sunday Singing?
Me: I couldn’t believe it when Benjamin stepped up.
Nell: He has a lovely tenor voice.
Me: It was such a brave thing to do.
Nell: I think the backing singers gave him confidence.
Me: There were backing singers?
Nell: Didn’t you hear the harmonies?
Me: No. I can’t say I noticed any backing singers at all. Where were they? Behind him?
Nell: They were on Benjamin’s hat.
Me: Are you sure?
Nell: Of course I’m sure. You must have noticed their matching tank tops.
Me: I saw the Albatross.
Nell: Everybody saw the Albatross.
Me: It can’t have been the Welsh corgis? There’s definitely no room for more than one corgi on a hat.
Nell: Welsh corgis only sit on hats by accident. It was Henry and Horst.
Me: No wonder I couldn’t hear them with their little voices.
Nell: They were wearing radio mics. Do keep up.
Me: Oh. Sorry.
