Me: Would you like me to put the pillowcase on to your pillow properly, Nell?
Nell: No. I’ve got it exactly where I want it to be. Let me just enjoy a few moments of peace and quiet.
Me: Yesterday was certainly a night to remember.
Nell: That’s one way of putting it.
Me: Our pantomime might go down in history.
Nell: For all the wrong reasons.
Me: It was a huge success. Talk about audience participation.
Nell: I’d rather not.
Me: All that booing and hissing.
Nell: Snow Bite and the Seven Woofs were supposed to be the good ones.
Me: Not for the Beefies.
Nell: Obviously not. They hissed whenever they came on stage.
Me: They absolutely loved Poppy. Every time she walked on they cheered.
Nell: I know.
Me: And when she sliced through Manuel’s cape they went wild. There was mackerel flying everywhere.
Nell: Fortunately Manuel managed to throw most of it back.
Me: It was a bit rude of them to eat it during Harriet’s song.
Nell: It was disgusting.
Me: Why were there camels roaming on Dartmoor?
Nell: Ask the llamas.
Me: And I wasn’t expecting the Three Kings.
Nell: Nobody was.
Me: But all in all you have to admit that everyone really enjoyed themselves.
Nell: Some more than others.
Me: The audience loved the Talking Bowl.
Nell: Yes. They did.
Me: Even though it was only my voice.
Nell: Yes.
Me: In the end I decided there was no need for me to go on stage.
Nell: No.
Me: It was better to preserve the illusion.
Nell: It was.
Me: Would you mind if I joined you to listen to Sunday Songs, Nell?
Nell: Not at all. You’ll need to find your own pillow, though. This is mine.
Me: Of course. Sorry.
