Me: You seemed deep in thought down on the beach.
Nell: I have a lot on my mind.
Me: What were you and Poppy talking about?
Nell: Poppy is finding keeping our enemies close rather exhausting, as am I.
Me: You should have seen your face when Lady Anwen arrived for lunch.
Nell: Fortunately Rupert took me to one side and explained.
Me: I never knew that The Queen pardoned a Bad Corgi once a year if they promised to be Good.
Nell: Seriously?
Me: Yes. I knew about the US President pardoning a turkey and I know Lady Anwen is a royal corgi but it was quite a surprise because she’s been awfully Bad.
Nell: I worry about you sometimes I really do.
Me: Why?
Nell: You’ll believe anything.
Me: Isn’t it true then?
Nell: No. Sally organised her release. Lady Anwen has been masterminding the tainted biscuit operation from Dartmoor Prison and needed to be stopped.
Me: But she showed us her Royal Letter of Pardon.
Nell: An easy forgery. Rupert and Poppy brought it to her having convinced Myfanwy it was real.
Me: Clever. And now she is free?
Nell: She had to promise to be Good. At the first sign of Badness she will be back inside.
Me: Does taking the last Yorkshire Pudding without asking count?
Nell: No. Unfortunately. It is only a matter of time, however, and Poppy is on the case.
Me: At least Malcolm and Alejandro don’t seem too upset about being eliminated from Strictly.
Nell: No. It was the correct decision. Alejandro is fine with the Latin dances but ballroom was always going to be a challenge.
Me: The Llamas seem to manage and they have hooves.
Nell: Alejandro is an alpaca and llamas have toes not hooves.
Me: Oh. Sorry.
