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?
Me: When did that happen?
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.