Me: Isn’t Toby just the sweetest little puppy?
Nell: Yes, I’m looking forward to meeting him.
Me: He already knows how to play Cheeky Animals. Look at his little face.
Nell: Clever pup.
Me: He went for his first walk yesterday and Sue says he was a really good boy.
Nell: Of course he was. He’s David’s nephew.
Me: I still can’t get over the fact that my Big Brave Beautiful Boy is an uncle.
Nell: Well, he is. Have you heard the latest?
Me: Oh dear. Now, I know we were supposed to have croissants for breakfast but hot buttered toast is still tasty. Especially when it’s covered in Poppy’s home made marmalade.
Nell: What on earth are you talking about?
Me: Dave meant to share but they were fresh out of the oven and crumbly in the mouth and once he’d eaten one the rest just followed.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: It was an easy mistake to make and he is ever so sorry and he is going to try awfully hard not to do it again.
Nell: And pugs might fly.
Me: Don’t you mean pigs?
Nell: No. Anyway, it isn’t about croissants.
Me: That’s a relief.
Nell: It’s about dancing. Have you seen the leaflets the Beefies are handing out?
Me: No. Although strictly speaking, Beefies don’t actually have hands.
Nell: Strictly is the word.
Me: Why? The Beefies aren’t entering the competition, are they?
Nell: I hope not. But according to the posters advertising the dancing school, Juanita is one of the professional dancers.
Me: How exciting. Is the Portuguese Podenco involved too?
Nell: He might be. And we don’t know he is Portuguese.
Me: I feel like he is.
Nell: I feel like a croissant but that’s not happening, is it?
Me: No. Sorry.
