Me: You love cuddles from Tony too, don’t you?
Nell: I enjoy having my ears stroked when I get the chance, which isn’t often when David is around.
Me: He adores Tony.
Nell: David bulldozers everyone out of the way. He has no restraint.
Me: They’re best friends, Nell.
Nell: I’ll tell you who are best friends. Poppy and Gladys.
Me: Thick as thieves, are they?
Nell: How did you know about that?
Me: Know about what?
Nell: Never mind. Go and listen to the Welsh corgi choir. They’re literally singing in the rain and need all the support we can give them.
Me: Stop changing the subject.
Nell: Or you can help Poppy with the vegetables. She’s cooking Sunday roast with cauliflower cheese for the vegetarians.
Me: I know you heard me.
Nell: I think Chris and Shannon might be FaceTiming us from Toronto later so keep an eye on your iBone. Marvin says it’s rather cold in Canada.
Me: Did Poppy and Gladys take something from Windsor Castle?
Nell; Let’s just say eating boiled eggs is going to be a rather grand affair in our house from now on.
Me: Did they steal The Queen’s eggs?
Nell: Not the eggs. The royal egg cups.
Me: That’s ever so naughty. The Queen will be furious.
Nell: She’s fine. I called her as soon as I spotted them in the kitchen.
Me: Are they made of gold?
Nell: No, but they do have the royal crest. The Cat was ecstatic when it saw them and even had an egg with its smoked salmon to celebrate.
Me: Well, I hope those two rascals have called The Queen and apologised.
Nell: They’re going to write letters this afternoon. Apologies to The Queen have to be made in writing.
Me: Of course. Sorry.
