Wednesday Visitors

Nell: Who is that?

Me: It’s Sophie, my hairdresser, with Hope the dachshund. Look at those gorgeous paws.

Nell: You never say I have gorgeous paws.

Me: You have gorgeous eyes. Except when you’re looking at me like that.

Nell: Like what?

Me: One of your disapproving stares.

Nell: That’s because you missed our visitor.

Me: What visitor?

Nell: I was having tea on the terrace with Harriet when PC Panda’s car pulled into our drive.

Me: Just tea, or were scones involved?

Nell: They might have been, but that’s not the point.

Me: Has he found Gladys’s earrings?

Nell: No. There have been reports of roarings on Burgh Island and he wants to talk to Beauregard again.

Me: The Agatha Christie island near our beach?

Nell: Yes. But this time PC Panda wasn’t alone.

Me: We knew there had to be other pandas. He can’t manage everything on his own.

Nell: It wasn’t a panda.

Me: Was it a German Shepherd?

Nell: I’m afraid not.

Me: Why are you afraid?

Nell: You would have been. The long hair gave him away.

Me: Was it a Beefy in a wig?

Nell: The only Beefy in a wig we know is Romeo and nobody is going to squeal at him.

Me: Probably not.

Nell: The animal getting out of the car was a lion.

Me: A lion?

Nell: Yes. A huge lion with long flowing locks and a charming smile.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: Frighteningly good looking and oozing confidence.

Me: Oh my.

Nell: He sauntered over to me and said, ‘Detective Inspector King at your service, madam. But you can call me Lionel.’

Me: And did you?

Nell: Certainly not. I replied, ‘Eleanor Martin. And you can call me Mrs Martin.’

Me: And did he?

Nell: Of course.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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