Me: We had an awful lot of fun in the activity field, didn’t we?
Nell: Yes, I must say I’m feeling more like myself.
Me: Your coat is certainly looking lovely and glossy again.
Nell: Thank you.
Me: I always know when Harriet is happy because she wears her ear back.
Nell: She just found a ball and forgot to shake her head.
Me: I think Dave might have grown. He looks even more magnificent than usual. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: David is simply maturing.
Me: Is there any reason why he’s wearing a top hat this morning?
Nell: David and Beauregard are performing with the Welsh corgi choir.
Me: Not Oliver?
Nell: Opossums don’t sing. Everyone knows that.
Me: I didn’t. Do we know what they’re singing?
Nell: Swing, I expect. Beauregard loves jazz and David’s a big fan of Michael Bouvier.
Me: Don’t you mean Michael Bublé. The Canadian singer?
Nell: I do not. Michael is a Bouvier des Flandres herding dog and originally from Belgium. He’s an excellent singer, however, so David’s admiration for him is well justified.
Me: Won’t they need a Big Band?
Nell: Why do you think the Whippets Institute brought their instruments? Do keep up.
Me: I did wonder.
Nell: We’re expecting quite a crowd for Sunday Songs, actually.
Me: It is a bank holiday I suppose, so crowds are to be expected.
Nell: Yes, although I was hoping they wouldn’t be in our field.
Me: Babycakes Gillespie is going to make a fortune with his bagel cart. Everyone will be wanting one.
Nell: The street food stands should go down well, too.
Me: Street food stands?
Nell: Yes. Don’t you remember them from the Kevstival? Catch a Crêpe with Manuel and Pick a Prawn with Malcolm.
Me: Oh yes. Sorry.
