An Invitation

Me: Don’t look at me like that, Nell. There’s nothing I can do.

Nell: You’re going to your first book signing on Sunday without me.

Me: Dogs aren’t allowed in the village hall and I can’t leave you outside for hours and hours.

Nell: Sign the books outside then.

Me: It’s a Christmas Market for dog people and the tables are all inside.

Nell: Dog people with no dogs?

Me: Some of them might leave the dogs in the car but I don’t want to do that.

Nell: Selfish.

Me: You don’t even like socialising.

Nell: That depends. I have an invitation to tea at Windsor Castle from The Queen, by the way.

Me: Really?

Nell: The Queen likes to keep an eye on all of her royal corgis, good or bad, and she heard Lady Anwen had been released.

Me: Couldn’t you just chat about it on the iBone or zoom each other?

Nell: The Queen prefers face to face discussions wherever possible.

Me: How are you getting there?

Nell: She’s sending a car.

Me: When are you going?

Nell: Next week. I told her I can’t get away until after the final of Strictly and she quite understood.

Me: That was kind of her.

Nell: She watches it on television, you know. She says the royal corgis are simply glued to the screen every week.

Me: How lovely.

Nell: Yes, if Harriet wins I might ask if I can take her with me.

Me: What if Gladys wins?

Nell: I’m afraid Gladys is a little too wild for The Queen. We don’t want her swinging from the chandeliers. You know what she’s like.

Me: Yes.

Nell: Harriet is nice and quiet.

Me: Unless she sees the sea.

Nell: Windsor Castle is nowhere near the sea.

Me: No. Sorry.

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