Nell: You’re not going to believe this.
Me: Is Dave’s throat worse?
Nell: No. He’s having Manuka honey on his porridge every day and that seems to be helping.
Me: My poor Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: And PC Panda says nibbling that biscuit was naughty but nothing more.
Me: What a relief. I was worried Dave might end up with a criminal record. So what’s happened?
Nell: One of the Welsh corgi choir has lost her voice.
Me: It’s probably a cold.
Nell: No, it isn’t.
Me: How do you know?
Nell: It came on suddenly just like David’s.
Me: That’s strange.
Nell: My friend Dorothy says they were enjoying a quick cappuccino at Starbarks in Salcombe when the corgi opened her mouth and nothing came out.
Me: Good.
Nell: I mean no sound.
Me: How odd.
Nell: And just moments before she’d been chatting away while nibbling on a biscuit.
Me: It’s ever so rude to talk with your mouth full.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Kev loves those crunchy little biscuits they give you with your coffee.
Nell: It wasn’t one of those biscuits.
Me: It wasn’t?
Nell: No. It was a Spekulatius biscuit.
Me: They’re delicious with a cup of coffee too.
Nell: That’s not the point. They’re dangerous.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: When Dorothy texted me on our WoofsApp group I told her to take the biscuit and the corgi straight to PC Panda.
Me: Good idea.
Nell: Timothy is examining the biscuit as we speak.
Me: Does Timothy think the Spekulatius biscuits have something in them to make you lose your voice?
Nell: He does.
Me: That’s dreadful. What about Christmas and carol singing?
Nell: Exactly.
Me: Do you want a biscuit with your morning tea, by the way?
Nell: Of course not.
Me: Sorry.
