A Tuesday Chinwag

Me: All’s well in Dave’s world.

Nell: Why?

Me: Tony is here.

Nell: Those two really are the best of friends.

Me: It’s lovely to see.

Nell: Yes. David likes to talk things through with Tony.

Me: I wonder what they talk about?

Nell: Bacon and Beefies.

Me: Tony was attacked by one once, you know.

Nell: Nasty creatures. Have you seen them on the hill parading their bandages?

Me: No.

Nell: Riding on antelopes because apparently they can’t fly.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: All I can say is Poppy must have been wielding an enormous frying pan to have injured that many.

Me: Yes.

Nell: Tony left a letter. Is it for me? Only I’m expecting one from Dorothy.

Me: No. It’s addressed to Poppy.

Nell: She’s out with Knitwear Wolf getting supplies.

Me: I wonder who it’s from.

Nell: You are going to have to wait. She’ll be back later.

Me: Are they going to stop at Starbarks for a quick cappuccino and a chinwag with John the Doberman?

Nell: A quick chinwag? What are you talking about?

Me: It means chat.

Nell: I know what it means but why say it? It conjures up images of a Dogue de Bordeaux.

Me: Isn’t that the dog in ‘Turner and Hooch’?

Nell: I have no idea what you are talking about, but neither Poppy nor Rupert have wiggly chins.

Me: I’m glad John has been able to reopen.

Nell: Yes. It’s been a tough few months for the hospitality industry.

Me: What a strange world we live in, Nell.

Nell: Please tell me those lycra clad chihuahuas are not coming over here?

Me: I’m afraid they’re carrying an exercise ball and waving at Gladys.

Nell: Well, tell them to leave their wellington boots outside the door.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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