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Keep the Noise Down, Please

Me: Look at you all squished in the cushions.

Nell: Could you keep the noise down, please?

Me: One cocktail too many last night?

Nell: Mind your own business.

Me: I saw you kicking up your heels with Knitwear Wolf.

Nell: Rupert and I were dancing a slow waltz as befits our age.

Me: It looked more like an Argentine Tango to me.

Nell: Nonsense. I leave that kind of thing to Gladys and the Llamas.

Me: Poppy and John the Doberman were on fire.

Nell: I told her to stop poking the barbecue with her sword but she wouldn’t listen.

Me: Dave was on fine form. I never knew he could sing in Spanish.

Nell: David has been speaking Spanish for years. He and Alejandro are best friends. Do keep up.

Me: It can’t be years, Nell. Dave’s only 4.

Nell: He and Harriet will be 5 on 19th June. Which is this Sunday, by the way.

Me: Really? I keep thinking the puppies have their birthday in July.

Nell: I know you do. This is a busy birthday month. Your sister will be 60 on Friday.

Me: Yes. How did that happen? It seems only yesterday when she was my naughty little sister.

Nell: She still is. Don’t you worry about that.

Me: How about Manuel? Singing away with those guitar playing birds.

Nell: The Gypsy Wings. What kind of a name is that? Sounds like a takeaway.

Me: I thought he sang beautifully and with such passion.

Nell: There was a touch too much tentacle waving for me.

Me: He’s an octopus from Barcelona, Nell.

Nell: True.

Me: Shall I bring you a cup of Earl Grey?

Nell: That would be lovely.

Me: And a couple of nachos?

Nell: Shortbread will do, thank you.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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