Me: What are Dave and Harriet looking at?
Nell: Have you looked outside today?
Me: No. I’ve been writing and listening to Sunday songs. The Welsh corgi choir are in fine voice today, although ‘My American Boy’ is a rather unusual choice.
Nell: Just look out of the window. I can’t bear to again.
Me: Oh my goodness. The Beefies are carrying a huge banner across the sky. It says ‘Marry Me.’
Nell: I know.
Me: I presume it’s for Poppy.
Nell: Of course, it is.
Me: It’s not like John to make such an extravagant gesture. He’s more of a ‘bended knee on a quiet walk’ kind of Doberman.
Nell: That’s because it isn’t John. It’s that wretched Babycakes Gillespie. And if you ask me, he’s chosen Sunday Songs too.
Me: Gosh. Do you think Poppy is going to be impressed?
Nell: She’s busy preparing the Sunday roast so I’m certainly not going to tell her.
Me: I agree. We haven’t had roast beef in ages. I love Poppy’s Yorkshire puddings.
Nell: That’s not the reason. It’s best Poppy doesn’t know.
Me: Too late, Nell. Poppy has come outside.
Nell: What is she doing?
Me: She has her sword.
Nell: Excellent.
Me: Why?
Nell: It shows defiance.
Me: I can hear a plane. Could it be the Royal Owl Force?
Nell: No. Owl Pacino is away on manoeuvres.
Me: Someone is jumping out of the plane. Thank goodness the parachute has opened.
Nell: This is ridiculous. My Sunday morning is being turned into an air show.
Me: It’s Babycakes Gillespie with a rose in his teeth.
Nell: How do you know?
Me: It’s being filmed and projected onto the big screen.
Nell: What big screen?
Me: The one behind the Welsh corgi choir. I forgot to mention it. Sorry.
