Nell: Today is a day of Remembering those we have lost, especially those who lost their lives for others.
Me: Yes.
Nell: We are remembering a brave soldier too. Our beloved Mutley.
Me: The Great Mutliano.
Nell: Life wasn’t always easy for him.
Me: No.
Nell: But he remained brave to the end.
Me: He did.
Nell: Now, the Welsh corgi choir will be joining us for tea and No Biscuits after Sunday Songs.
Me: You don’t need to emphasise the No Biscuits. I am aware.
Nell: Are you though?
Me: I gave my half eaten Biscotti to Timothy and I haven’t eaten another biscuit since. Not even the ginger nut that Kind Magpie offered me this morning.
Nell: What Kind Magpie ?
Me: I was talking to Robin when it appeared with a ginger nut biscuit in its beak.
Nell: Why am I only hearing about this now?
Me: It was nothing special.
Nell: Any suspicious activity must be reported.
Me: It was just a ginger nut and I refused it, even though they are lovely with a cup of tea.
Nell: Honestly I despair of you sometimes.
Me: Talking of despair Manuel doesn’t seem too happy after yesterday’s dance performance.
Nell: I’m afraid twisted tentacles have put him at grave risk of elimination.
Me: What about Poppy and Stephen Seagull’s Samba?
Nell: Poppy’s sleeves were ridiculously large.
Me: She has to put her sword somewhere, Nell.
Nell: And that seagull lacks rhythm.
Me: Malcolm and Alejandro were amazing. All those somersaults on the back of an alpaca?
Nell: I think most of them were unintentional.
Me: Mutley would have loved it all.
Nell: He lives on in our memories you know.
Me: Yes.
Nell: Gone but never forgotten.
Me: No.
Nell: And always watching over us.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
