Me: What are those three doing?
Nell: Waiting in Anticipation.
Me: Of what?
Nell: Lots of things.
Nell: Tony’s arrival is much anticipated.
Me: Because it’s Friday?
Nell: No. Because it’s nearly Sunday.
Me: Has Tony joined the Welsh corgi choir?
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: Is he going to be singing at Sunday Songs?
Nell: Tony sings sea shanties and that’s not allowed at the moment.
Me: You can sing them at home.
Nell: I meant in groups. Together.
Me: I’m confused.
Nell: Nothing new there. What’s happening on Sunday?
Me: Roast dinner?
Nell: Apart from food.
Me: Tell me.
Nell: It’s Valentine’s Day.
Me: So, they’re waiting for cards?
Nell: Yes, and any other suitable gifts.
Me: Like flowers?
Me: Or fish?
Nell: Hopefully not.
Me; I wouldn’t mind some fresh sea bass.
Nell: Book a Beefy and Terry will bring you some.
Me: It might not be Terry. In fact I bet Romeo is one of the busiest seagulls with a name like that.
Me: I hope they aren’t all disappointed.
Nell: Why would they be?
Me: Sometimes things don’t turn out quite as anticipated.
Nell: I can assure you that David is not going to be disappointed at all.
Me: How do you know?
Nell: Because Sally is his Valentine and she is on her way here right now.
Me: Do the others know?
Nell: Of course they do. Why do you think they are Waiting in Anticipation?
Me: I would love to see David’s face when she walks in.
Nell: Well, join us at the window then. Quietly though. No giving it away by squealing or telling David he’s a very lucky Big Brave Beautiful Boy. I know what you’re like.
Me: Yes. Sorry.