Me: Are you and Dave worried about something?
Nell: David and I are a little concerned, yes.
Me: Is there a shortage of bacon?
Nell: I certainly hope not. As far as I know bacon sandwiches will be available after Sunday Songs.
Me: That’s a relief. Sunday wouldn’t be Sunday without bacon.
Nell: I agree.
Me: What’s bothering you then?
Nell: Someone has developed a nasty cough.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: We heard it first thing this morning out in the field. Whoever it is shouldn’t be outside in the rain.
Me: Do you think it’s one of the Welsh Corgi Choir?
Nell: It sounds a little too loud for a corgi.
Me: A llama perhaps?
Nell: Possibly, although David says they are sheltering in the barn with the larger animals.
Me: It could be a whippet?
Nell: The Whippets Institute minibus hasn’t arrived yet.
Me: Shall I go and see?
Nell: No. Stay here. You don’t want to catch whatever it is.
Me: I’ll have a look through the window.
Nell: Who stays out in the rain with a nasty cough? It’s complete madness.
Me: All I can see is the Welsh Corgi Choir with umbrellas and Roger Blubbery without one.
Nell: Roger Blubbery?
Me: Yes. He’s clapping away and cheering them on.
Nell: Cheering?
Me: Yes.
Nell: In the rain?
Me: Yes.
Nell: Without an umbrella?
Me: Seals don’t care about rain.
Nell: Let me see.
Me: Bless him. He’s loving it all. Listen to him cheering away.
Nell: I am.
Me: It’s not the nicest of sounds. In fact it’s a bit like a hacking cough. But you can’t fault his enthusiasm.
Nell: It’s exactly like a hacking cough.
Me: Gosh. Do you think the coughing was Roger Blubbery cheering?
Nell: Sherlock Martin strikes again.
Me: Sorry.
