Me: What was Poppy telling Kev at Sunday Thoughts? Everyone seemed awfully involved.
Nell: It’s called Morning Thoughts.
Me: But it’s Sunday.
Nell: Stop complicating things. Morning Thoughts and Sunday Songs. Where’s your hat?
Me: I didn’t know I was supposed to be wearing one. You aren’t.
Nell: The Cat wants to see yours.
Me: Why?
Nell: Rumour has it that you don’t actually have one.
Me: I have my all encasing hat and a cat one with ears.
Nell: Stop right there.
Me: I don’t really wear hats.
Nell: You’re going to have to tell The Cat. I’m not doing it for you.
Me: Okay.
Nell: Don’t mention the cat hat. It won’t go down well.
Me: Right.
Nell: And accept any hat it chooses for you with grateful thanks.
Me: I’m not sure about that, Nell.
Nell: No arguing. The Cat has enough in its bowl already.
Me: The Cat doesn’t eat out of a bowl. It likes a china plate.
Nell: That is not the point and nobody eats soup from a plate, or jelly and ice cream for that matter.
Me: Will I have to wear the hat to Sunday Songs?
Nell: The llamas are wearing theirs.
Me: And the Welsh Corgi Choir?
Nell: Of course.
Me: Why?
Nell: It’s Sunday, it’s sunny and it’s nearly the Jubilee weekend.
Me: I don’t know why you aren’t wearing one then.
Nell: There’s a very good reason for that.
Me: And?
Nell: And what?
Me: What’s the reason?
Nell: I can’t tell you yet.
Me: Does Kev know?
Nell: Maybe.
Me: Is that what Poppy was telling him? He ended up laughing so it can’t be anything bad.
Nell: You’re probably right.
Me: So what was Poppy telling Kev?
Nell: Better go and ask her.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
