Me: Why is my Big Brave Beautiful Boy hiding in the armchair?
Nell: Poppy is looking for him.
Me: Why?
Nell: The Gala Pie has disappeared.
Me: What’s a Gala Pie?
Nell: It’s basically a pork pie with an egg in the middle but that’s not the point.
Me: No.
Nell: Poppy made it for the Welsh corgi choir’s Spring picnic.
Me: It’s not really picnic weather yet.
Nell: No, but it’s Spring and it’s a corgi tradition.
Me: What’s Dave got to do with it? He’s not a corgi.
Nell: David was supposed to carry the pie out to the choir after Sunday Songs.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: But somehow the pie has been lost.
Me: He hasn’t made a mistake in quite a while, Nell.
Nell: True.
Me: And he was awfully good at Mole Watching.
Nell: That’s another thing.
Me: What is?
Nell: He’s still doing it.
Me: Doing what?
Nell: Mole Watching. Have you seen the way he watches Roley Moley?
Me: Well, Roley Moley is a rather fascinating creature.
Nell: I must say I have never come across such a well-mannered mole before.
Me: Yes, he makes Malcolm look positively uncouth and Malcolm is the politest flamingo I know.
Nell: Malcolm could never look uncouth.
Me: No.
Nell: And what a beautiful speaking voice he has.
Me: Yes. Very Anthony Hopkins.
Nell: Or Richard Burton.
Me: It’s a Welsh thing. We have lovely voices.
Nell: But David doesn’t need to watch him quite so closely.
Me: You don’t think he’s jealous, do you?
Nell: Of Roley?
Me: Yes.
Nell: Why?
Me: Sally and Roley certainly seem to have a close bond.
Nell: They just work together.
Me: Maybe that’s why Dave ate the pie.
Nell: That’s nonsense and you know it.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
