Nell: Excuse me. Who is that?

Me: Nelly.

Nell: Only Rupert calls me Nelly.

Me: I didn’t mean you.

Nell: You just said my name.

Me: I was talking about Romanian Nelly. She was rescued 5 weeks ago by a lady called Jan. I had a lovely chat with a kind gentleman who takes Nelly for walks on the beach most days.

Nell: Oh.

Me: Nelly was surprisingly open and affectionate considering her past. Not like you at all.

Nell: I beg your pardon?

Me: Nobody could call you open and affectionate.

Nell: I can be.

Me: Only to certain people, almost exclusively male by the way.

Nell: Nonsense.

Me: Kev, Chris, Tony.

Nell: Moving on, did you notice Harriet’s bravery?

Me: I did.

Nell: The Beefies were gathering again but she soon put a stop to it.

Me: She was fearless.

Nell: Yes, fortunately no biscuits were thrown. Did you warn Romanian Nelly not to eat them?

Me: I didn’t know I was supposed to.

Nell: Well, make sure you do next time. Timothy was most insistent that we leave those biscuits alone.

Me: Why? What did he find?

Nell: The usual spices; cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg and cardamom.

Me: Delicious. They always remind me of Christmas in Germany.

Nell: And something else.

Me: What?

Nell: He doesn’t know, but it looks Suspicious.

Me: Suspicious? That sounds a bit worrying.

Nell: Yes, and this is a worrying time for Timothy anyway.

Me: I know. I noticed he’d lost a few feathers.

Nell: Stress will do that to you.

Me: I think tomorrow’s Argentine Tango is getting to Dave.

Nell: Why?

Me: He’s got ever such a croaky voice.

Nell: But he’s supposed to be singing with the Whippets Institute Big Band.

Me: I don’t think he will be now. Sorry.

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