Nell: The world is going mad.
Me: People were asking about my all encasing hat so I thought I would show them you and I on the beach and then Kev jumped out wearing it.
Nell: His glasses are upside down.
Me: Are they? Typical. You’re going to laugh, but I thought I saw Poppy just now in a huge hairy coat carrying her sword.
Nell: You did.
Me: She was riding on Monty the Moose.
Nell: I know. She couldn’t find a horse.
Me: Is there any reason why?
Nell: It’s this wretched Game of Thrones thing. Poppy found the box set and is binge watching all episodes.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: She thinks she’s a cross between Jon Snow and the Mother of Dragons and is getting everyone involved.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: David loves the idea, of course. He’s a noble knight and Harriet is a beautiful princess.
Me: I’m not sure Princess will like that.
Nell: She’s the Goddess of the Sea apparently, so she’s fine about it. Our Penguin is filming it all.
Me: How exciting.
Nell: It’s called ‘Game of Bones’.
Me: Brilliant.
Nell: Even Henry and Horst are joining in.
Me: In hairy coats?
Nell: No. Suits of armour. Hairy coats make them look like bits of fluff.
Me: Do you think I could wear my all encasing hat?
Nell: Don’t ask me. The Cat is in charge of costumes. All I know is that Malcolm is at the end of his tether. Thank goodness for Manuel. Nothing phases that octopus.
Me: Why?
Nell: It’s all those tentacles and he’s from Barcelona.
Me: I meant why is Malcolm stressed?
Nell: Poppy wants dramatic food.
Me: Like popping candy?
Nell: No. Like huge joints of meat roasting over an open fire.
Me: I see. Sorry.
