The Public Vote

Me: I don’t think Dave’s taking being dropped from Poppy’s team very well.

Nell: He shouldn’t have eaten the Platinum Jubilee Pudding then, should he?

Me: He’s not really interacting with anyone and he’s awfully low.

Nell: Don’t worry. He won’t be able to keep that up for much longer.

Me: I hope not. Cuddles with my Big Brave Beautiful Boy are what makes the world go round.

Nell: The Cat is doing a costume fitting this afternoon which is bound to lift his spirits.

Me: Are you sure?

Nell: Absolutely. The only thing David likes more than a top hat is a crown and The Cat has found him a lovely one.

Me: A crown?

Nell: Yes. David has been chosen by the public to be Jubilee King.

Me: The public?

Nell: Yes.

Me: When did that happen?

Nell: Recently.

Me: Was there a public vote?

Nell: Of course.

Me: I didn’t hear about it.

Nell: You should try listening harder.

Me: Hang on a minute. There’s something fishy going on here.

Nell: Don’t bring fish into this, please. Isn’t it enough that poor Malcolm was pelted with a mackerel this morning?

Me: By a Beefy?

Nell: Yes, in a Kiss Me Quick hat, would you believe?

Me: I would actually. Going back to Dave and the public vote.

Nell: Must we?

Me: I think the public is you.

Nell: I voted.

Me: I mean only you.

Nell: Don’t be silly. The Cat voted too.

Me: You can’t call that a public vote, Nell.

Nell: Yes, I can. The Cat and I are simply representing what the public would have voted.

Me: You don’t know that.

Nell: Would you have voted for David as Jubilee King?

Me: Of course.

Nell: Well then. I rest my case.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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