Me: Something strange is going on.
Nell: Surely not.
Me: Poppy and Harriet are in the field.
Nell: There’s nothing strange about that.
Me: Looking at the sky and showing their teeth.
Nell: Are there any Beefies around?
Me: I can’t see any.
Nell: What do you mean by showing their teeth?
Me: Harriet is staring open mouthed at the sky and Poppy is waving her muddy paws in the air.
Nell: Are you sure they aren’t singing?
Me: Actually, they might be.
Nell: That explains everything then.
Me: But Sunday Songs was yesterday, Nell.
Nell: Well, yes. The name rather gives it away.
Me: So, why are they singing?
Nell: They’re probably practicing for the auditions.
Me: What auditions?
Nell: For the pantomime. Do keep up.
Me: Have you decided what you’re putting on?
Nell: Yes, after a lot of discussion and a family vote.
Me: I didn’t vote.
Nell: Why not? Kev did.
Me: I didn’t know there was a vote.
Nell: You were probably writing. We all know there’s no point in disturbing you.
Me: You should have told me.
Nell: We thought you’d seen the emails.
Me: What emails?
Nell: It’s not my fault if you never check your Inbox when you’re writing.
Me: Which panto did you all choose then?
Nell: ‘Snow Bite and the Seven Woofs’.
Me: Don’t you mean Dwarfs?
Nell: No. I hope you’re not referring to the vertically challenged amongst us.
Me: Never mind. What’s the story?
Nell: Snow Bite lives in the Frozen North. She is very naughty so she is sent to live Down South with the Woof Family who live by the sea.
Me: I’ve never heard that version.
Nell: Kev knows it. Anyway, both Harriet and Poppy want to play Snow Bite.
Me: Oh, I see. Sorry.
