Me: You’re looking awfully serious.
Nell: We are going to have to handle this very carefully.
Me: Handle what?
Nell: Tony’s fall.
Me: Our Tony? Tony the Postman?
Nell: Yes. Tony had a fall down at Bantham yesterday and will be off work all week.
Me: Oh no.
Nell: He hasn’t broken anything but he’s a little bruised and battered.
Me: That’s dreadful.
Nell: It could have been worse.
Me: Did you hear about it from Dorothy?
Nell: No. Dorothy was practising in Paignton with the Portuguese Podenco. Toby told Marvin on our WoofsApp group.
Me: But Marvin is in Canada.
Nell: I know that but he is still part of the Young Animal group. Although, why Naughty Nigel is still on there is completely beyond me.
Me: Nigel has a young nature I suppose.
Nell: Anyway, David doesn’t know Tony has been injured so I am going to have to tell him.
Me: Good luck with that. Dave doesn’t even like going one day without seeing Tony.
Nell: I shall organise bacon sandwiches. They will Soothe and Distract.
Me: Only temporarily. Dave forgets he’s eaten one almost immediately.
Nell: Thank goodness he will be meeting his dance partner soon. It will keep him busy.
Me: Do you know who it is?
Nell: I do and I’m not sure Sally is going to be very happy about it.
Me: Who is it then?
Nell: It’s Rhubarb.
Me: The beautiful Bernese Mountain Dog from Toronto?
Nell: Yes.
Me: Marvin’s friend?
Nell: Yes. Now, I’m going to go and tell David about Tony.
Me: Rather you than me.
Nell: Bacon sandwiches might not be enough. Can you ask Poppy for scones, please.
Me: With jam and cream?
Nell: Obviously. News like this cannot be digested over a dry scone.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
