Sunday Fun

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.

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