Nell: Have you seen the Strictly photos?
Me: I have.
Nell: Unbelievable. The arrogance of that lion.
Me: He does look awfully impressive.
Nell: If anyone is wearing a crown, it should be me, not Lionel King.
Me: Although his name does suggest otherwise.
Nell: Never mind his name. Mine is Eleanor Martin and he’d better remember it.
Me: Anton Du Bark looks awfully worried, but then again anyone would feel intimidated being photographed next to a large lion in a crown. Even a lithe whippet.
Nell: I’m not intimidated at all.
Me: Neither is Princess. She clapped when Lionel arrived.
Nell: She clapped when the photographer arrived.
Me: It’s a seal thing.
Nell: Anyway, I’m going to put Lionel King in his place. I am not being upstaged by a lion.
Me: He’s awfully handsome though, isn’t he? And the fact he’s a rogue sort of adds to it.
Nell: Rupert would not agree.
Me: Yes. Knitwear Wolf is not happy. Did you see his face?
Nell: I’m afraid Rupert is going to struggle with Lionel as a judge.
Me: Oh yes. Rupert is one of the professional dancers.
Nell: I’m expecting fireworks.
Me: I hope not. Oliver is easily startled. He won’t deal well with them at all.
Nell: Not literally. Figuratively. Rupert and Lionel are bound to clash.
Me: Beauregard and Lionel aren’t exactly best buddies either.
Nell: I’m going to have my paws full trying to keep this judging panel in order.
Me: If anyone can do it then it’s you.
Nell: You are too kind.
Me: You haven’t forgotten that it’s Jonathan’s birthday tomorrow, have you?
Nell: Of course not. I’ve been working on my poem.
Me: And it’s also Talk Like A Pirate Day apparently. Lionel should love that.
Nell: Good grief.