Me: Why are you all hiding up here? I thought you’d be outside joining in Sunday Songs.
Nell: We would prefer not to, thank you.
Me: Aren’t you singing?
Nell: No. Not anymore.
Me: Really?
Nell: Yes. The singing has changed.
Me: Only a little. You’re bound to get hoarse after a while. Try honey and lemon. It usually helps.
Nell: This has nothing at all to do with tired voices.
Me: What has happened then?
Nell: Have you seen the Welsh Corgi Choir?
Me: Yes. Just now.
Nell: Didn’t you notice what they were wearing?
Me: I did. They’ve all got dear little pink jackets on. They look ever so sweet.
Nell: They’re not sweet. They’re Pink Ladies.
Me: I’m not sure that’s exactly how I would describe them, but fair enough.
Nell: It says it on their jackets. Have a closer look.
Me: I suppose sunglasses aren’t really necessary in February but each to their own.
Nell: What about the smoking?
Me: Well, that is rather worrying and some of them do seem to be a little in your face for the Welsh Corgi Choir.
Nell: Doesn’t any of this ring a bell with you?
Me: No. Should it?
Nell: Do you think ‘Beauty School Dropout’ is a suitable song for a Sunday morning? Might that be a clue?
Me: Hang on a minute. Isn’t it from ‘Grease’.
Nell: Finally, Sherlock Martin solves the case.
Me: We’ve changed musicals.
Nell: We have.
Me: That’s fine with me. I love a bit of ‘Grease’.
Nell: I would suggest you look up in the sky.
Me: The Beefies are wearing leather jackets.
Nell: Yes.
Me: And wigs.
Nell: Ducktails to be exact.
Me: No, their tails are the same.
Nell: It’s a hairstyle from the 1950’s.
Me: Oh yes. Sorry.
