Me: Dave and Sally sang a beautiful duet at Sunday Songs this morning.
Nell: Yes, although I’m not sure ‘You’re The One That I Want’ is very suitable for a Sunday.
Me: I loved it.
Nell: Gladys and the llamas took it too far as usual. Leather jackets and black wigs. I almost prefer their pyjamas.
Me: So what does Sally think about Babycakes Gillespie?
Nell: Not a lot, I suspect.
Me: He seemed rather taken with her. When he was introduced, his mouth fell open.
Nell: Most uncouth.
Me: And then he tried to sit next to her at dinner.
Nell: Until David sat on him.
Me: Yes.
Nell: Normally, I don’t approve of David sitting on guests but in this case I’ll make an exception.
Me: Poppy wasn’t impressed. I could tell by the way she plonked his mackerel on the table.
Nell: I’m not sure I would use the word plonked, but she did place his plate down in an angry manner.
Me: And it wasn’t cooked, Nell. It looked like something recently thrown at you by a Beefy.
Nell: Yes, I wondered why Babycakes was given raw mackerel when we all had grilled sea bass.
Me: Sally asked him, didn’t she?
Nell: Yes. She said, ‘So, Mr Gillespie, it would seem uncooked mackerel is your favourite fish. Would you care to explain?’
Me: I love it when Sally does that.
Nell: What?
Me: Her Sally questions.
Nell: Are you talking about Charming Interrogation?
Me: Probably.
Nell: It was one of Charlie’s skills, too. You find yourself telling them everything.
Me: I know. The things I’ve told Sally.
Nell: Excuse me? I thought I was your confidante.
Me: You are, Nell. I only told Sally about the bacon sandwich.
Nell: You had secret bacon?
Me: Yes. Sorry.
