Me: Are the puppies friends again?
Nell: Not yet. They are in the middle of Mediation at the moment. Harriet is remaining defiant.
Me: Who’s the mediator?
Nell: Poppy. She is taking a background role.
Me: From the cushions on the sofa?
Nell: Exactly.
Me: How is Dave?
Nell: Concerned and a tiny bit jealous.
Me: I can’t see him playing Maria.
Nell: No. He wanted to be Baron von Trapp.
Me: He’s too young for that role. He should audition for Danny.
Nell: ‘Grease’ was several musicals ago. Do keep up.
Me: I hope they sort it all out soon.
Nell: They will. The argument between the puppies comes from a place of love. They both know that.
Me: Dave will miss Harriet dreadfully if she goes on tour.
Nell: We all will.
Me: And if Knitwear Wolf goes too you will be devastated.
Nell: I will not. Stop exaggerating.
Me: And then I’m going away on my retreat. Oh dear. This is absolutely dreadful.
Nell: Calm down, woman. Good grief. Kev and I are perfectly capable of running the house you know.
Me: Yes. Of course. Kev will be there. I’d forgotten.
Nell: I don’t know what you think is going to happen. You will only be gone for a few days.
Me: I keep wondering if Lionel King is behind all this and he is going to swoop in and capture you.
Nell; Lions don’t swoop.
Me: I know you’re still singing, Nell. I heard you.
Nell: It was nothing.
Me: What if you find yourself in a duet with Lionel?
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: It could happen. ‘So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye.’
Nell: Did you just sing?
Me: Yes.
Nell: Have you been wearing your wide brimmed hat?
Me: No. I forgot. Sorry.
