Cakes and Snakes and George Jones

Me: It was glorious down on the beach, wasn’t it?

Nell: Yes.

Me: Dave always likes to lead the way.

Nell: He’s an enthusiastic animal.

Me: Whereas you and I just take our time.

Nell: Life is to be enjoyed.

Me: I agree.

Nell: Now, it’s Poppy’s birthday tomorrow.

Me: Yes, I know. She’ll be 9.

Nell: Kev is taking her for a hair cut this afternoon so Malcolm and Manuel can get on with her cake.

Me: What cake are they making?

Nell: A plain Victoria Sandwich with fresh strawberries and cream. You can’t go wrong with a classic.

Me: I agree.

Nell: David wanted an owl cake.

Me: Why?

Nell: I have no idea. I said to him ‘We haven’t got time to be making cakes into owls. A simple sponge will do.‘

Me: Does Poppy like owls?

Nell: David says she looks like an owl.

Me: I suppose she does when she’s fluffy but she won’t after this afternoon.

Nell: By the way, if any snakes knock on the door looking for Henry and Horst can you send them round the back, please?

Me: I beg your pardon?

Nell: I can’t be dealing with snakes in the house.

Me: Neither can I, and why would we?

Nell: There was a colour feature on Henry and Horst in the Daily Sliver so now they are all queuing up for autographs.

Me: The Daily Sliver?

Nell: Snakes read newspapers too, you know.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: Oliver is hiding in the tree house until the snakes have gone.

Me: I don’t blame him.

Nell: I just wish George Jones was here. He’d never hide away.

Me: George Jones?

Nell: Yes. The country singing opossum from the United States. You must have heard of George Jones.

Me: I haven’t. Sorry.

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