Me: I finally had a good night’s sleep.
Nell: Yes, we know. Poppy told us at Morning Thoughts.
Me: Poppy did?
Nell: Yes. Poppy shares your bed, so we rely on her for the morning update.
Me: She doesn’t make notes, does she?
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: I wouldn’t like to think I was being monitored.
Nell: Of course you are being monitored. That’s what we do. It’s part of a dog’s duty.
Nell: Yes. David finds it exhausting. He tends to get over involved.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: Yesterday evening when your earache was bad, David reported a sharp pain in his ears.
Me: My poor Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: But when Poppy told us you had slept well he went straight off to sleep.
Me: Bless him. Oh my goodness, Nell. Something really strange is going on at Sunday Songs. The Welsh corgi choir are wearing woolly jumpsuits and riding around on the llamas.
Nell: Are they singing?
Me: Yes. You’re going to laugh but I could swear they’re singing ‘Ride like the Wind’ by Christopher Cross.
Nell: The one from 1979?
Me: How did you know that? And now Poppy is chasing Harriet madly through the middle of it all and she’s carrying her sword.
Nell: Does Harriet look scared?
Me: She looks terrified. What on earth is going on? Has Harriet criticised Poppy’s scones?
Nell: No. We thought we would use Sunday Songs to practise the big running away scene from the pantomime.
Nell: You know. The one where Snow Bite is chased across Dartmoor by Evil Mrs Snow.
Me: Why are the corgis riding on llamas?
Nell: The Welsh corgi choir are sheep and the llamas are Dartmoor ponies. Do keep up.
Me: Yes. Sorry.