Me: Dave is looking impossibly handsome.
Nell: David is being wilful.
Me: Why?
Nell: He’s refusing to accept that Chris has gone back to Toronto.
Me: Poor darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: You need to talk to him.
Me: I will. He loves Chris very much.
Nell: We all do but I need him to focus. We have a crisis on our paws.
Me: Oh no. What’s happened?
Nell: Someone has taken The Cat’s jewellery box.
Me: You mean the large one with all the sparkly things in it?
Nell: Good grief. Yes, of course I do and to make matters worse the sequins were in there too.
Me: That’s awful. How can we have Strictly Come Prancing without sequins?
Nell: My point exactly. It’s the Pasa Doble this week and the matadors need to shine.
Me: That’s one of my favourite dances. The proud matador and the swirling cape.
Nell: Most of the costumes are only half finished.
Me: The Cat must be in a dreadful state.
Nell: It is. Malcolm is over at the Big House now trying to calm it down with a smoked salmon sandwich.
Me: Poppy might have more luck. The Cat listens to her.
Nell: Everyone listens to Poppy but she’s busy rehearsing with Stephen Seagull.
Me: I see. That’s why she’s wearing her matador outfit. I did wonder. It’s very sparkly.
Nell: Yes, Poppy and Stephen’s costumes are the only ones The Cat has finished.
Me: Wait a minute.
Nell: I don’t have a minute.
Me: It’s obvious who is behind this.
Nell: Who?
Me: The Beefies. They’ve stolen the sequins so only Stephen can shine.
Nell: You’re right. The dastardly hooligans.
Me: I can’t believe you said I’m right.
Nell: Stop gloating. We have a box to find.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
