A ridiculous idea

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.

Me: Sorry.

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