Me: Well, that was a rather intense Sunday lunch yesterday.
Nell: Yes. I told Poppy not to invite Babycakes Gillespie but she wouldn’t listen.
Me: Did you see them both reach for the cranberry sauce at the same time? My heart stopped.
Nell: Would you mind calming down for a moment, please? Nothing actually happened.
Me: You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife, though, Nell. John seething away on one side of the table and Babycakes showing off on the other.
Nell: I have to say I missed Mutley. He would have just carried on chatting to them both.
Me: Yes. Mutley was always good in tense situations. Knitwear Wolf did his best, though.
Nell: Yes, Rupert made a brave attempt to discuss bagpipes with John.
Me: Does John like bagpipes?
Nell: Nobody does, but it was worth a try. We were all feeling a little desperate by then.
Me: I’m not sure Gladys should have performed the Highland Fling.
Nell: No, and certainly not on the table. She put her paws in the mashed potato.
Me: Oh dear. Poppy is going to have to make a decision. She can’t string them both along.
Nell: Yes. I agree. I’m afraid there were some serious words spoken at Morning Thoughts.
Me: I noticed Poppy was looking a little fierce outside on the terrace. Harriet was trying to reason with her.
Nell: Poppy is enjoying all the attention but John is not going to put up with this for much longer.
Me: I’ll definitely miss the fresh bagels.
Nell: How can you be thinking of food at a time like this? And anyway, how do we know she is going to choose John? Poppy has a wild streak, so Babycakes Gillespie might be in with a chance.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
