Me: It was awfully wet in the Dog and Dash Activity Field, wasn’t it?
Nell: Poppy loves nothing more than a really good dash.
Me: And Davey loves Harriet. He barely left her side.
Nell: Don’t call him Davey, please. He’s a grown Labrador.
Me: Sally calls him Davey.
Nell: Sally is his girlfriend. She’s allowed.
Me: Is that why Knitwear Wolf is allowed to call you Nelly?
Nell: What Rupert chooses to call me is none of your business.
Me: Just saying.
Nell: Well, don’t. Are you all set for the Christmas market tomorrow?
Me: Yes. The publishers sent me a box of books and I have a few calendars.
Nell: You need to get the calendars in our online shop.
Me: Yes, I know but I’m not exactly sure how you do it.
Nell: Well, go on YouChewed. There’s a video for everything on there.
Me: Yes. How is everyone feeling about tonight’s Strictly final?
Nell: Gladys and Count Bingo Flamingo can’t wait. Apparently they are going all out to impress.
Me: Knowing Gladys I’m expecting a real extravaganza.
Nell: There is certainly going to be a flamboyance of flamingos.
Me: What about Harriet and Beauregard?
Nell: Top hats and tails.
Me: Perfect. Will the Whippets Institute Big Band be performing?
Nell: Yes, and David will be singing with the Welsh corgi choir.
Me: What about the llamas? Will they be dancing?
Nell: The llamas are always dancing. My friend Dorothy found them cartwheeling down the aisles at Barks and Spencer.
Me: Was that wise?
Nell: No. As Dorothy pointed out, you might expect it at Walbark as they have plenty of room but Barks is a different matter.
Me: I’m not sure I could cartwheel anymore.
Nell: Something for which I am extremely thankful.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
