Nell: What have you got to say for yourself?
Me: I don’t know what you mean.
Nell: You most certainly do.
Me: Are you talking about yesterday evening?
Nell: Of course, I am.
Me: It was lovely to see our friends Terry and Marian again, even at a social distance.
Nell: The noise.
Me: We were just chatting.
Nell: And what happened to eating healthily?
Me: Sometimes you just need a pizza, Nell. Nothing else will do.
Nell: We are used to a quiet life here.
Me: I can’t believe you said that. Do you realise the Whippets Institute minibus was here at 8am this morning?
Nell: You know they Glide with Gladys.
Me: I thought it was online.
Nell: Gladys is holding outside classes due to the unseasonably warm weather and Our Penguin is filming them for YouChewed.
Me: Did there have to be singing?
Nell: Alejandro is missing Ecuador.
Me: Were the llamas waltzing?
Nell: No, it was the pasillo. A popular Ecuadorian dance. Do keep up. Now, you may have noticed Malcolm is missing.
Me: I hadn’t, actually.
Nell: He’s gone fishing with Timothy.
Me: I never knew turkeys fished.
Nell: Well, some do. Anyway, Babycakes Gillespie is happy for Count Bingo and Gladys to join them for dinner. He said ‘Any friend of Malc’s is a friend of mine.’
Me: That’s a relief.
Nell: Did you know Gladys wants them to ride there on Alejandro?
Me: He has to be given some dinner too, then, Nell. You can’t expect him to gallop all the way to Plymouth and back without a good meal inside him.
Nell: Is that really the only thing that worries you about this ridiculous idea?
Me: I suppose you can’t make a quick getaway on an alpaca.
Nell: Good grief.