Nell: It’s Sunday morning.
Me: I haven’t even said anything yet.
Nell; I’m trying to rest before Sunday Songs. It’s been a very busy week.
Me: I know it has.
Nell: I don’t want to listen to a Talking Bowl.
Me: I was only going to practice a few lines.
Nell: You don’t need to learn them. You will be reading and recording them in Kev’s studio. Remember?
Me: Yes. I’m just excited.
Nell: Sundays are for Rest, Recuperation and Roasts.
Me: The word is out that you might have been having a few problems with the Seven Woofs.
Nell: Yes. I’m afraid Woolly Woof has been leading Wibbly Wobbly Woof astray.
Me: Are you talking about Alejandro and Manuel?
Nell: Of course, I am.
Me: What happened?
Nell: They’re always speaking in Spanish for a start. I realise Manuel’s English is poor but we can’t have a Woof saying ‘Que?’ at every opportunity.
Me: He’s from Barcelona.
Nell: I know. Anyway, the flamenco was the last straw.
Nell: In the middle of a serious and, quite frankly, extremely intense scene where the Seven Woofs are trying to decide whether Snow Bite can stay with them, Alejandro whipped out his castanets and Manuel started dancing.
Me: Gosh. I wish I’d seen that.
Nell: To make matters worse all the other Woofs join in. Henry and Horst were particularly animated and even Malcolm shook a leg.
Me: What about Babycakes Gillespie?
Nell: He did a slow depressed shuffle but livened up when Princess started clapping. I wish she wouldn’t do that.
Me: It’s a seal thing.
Nell: Our Penguin filmed it all, of course, and now Gladys wants to keep it in the show.
Me: I can’t wait.
Nell: Well, you are going to have to.
Me: Yes. Sorry.