A Worrying Development

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.

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