Nell: This yodelling has to stop.
Me: Excuse me?
Nell: Can’t you hear it?
Me: I thought Dave was in pain.
Nell: I’m in pain and so is Harriet.
Me: Thank goodness he’s alright.
Nell: I can’t listen to this any longer.
Me: Are we sure it’s yodelling?
Nell: Yes. The Beefies have been doing it all morning and now David has joined in.
Me: I wonder why. It’s not as if we’re anywhere near the Alps.
Nell: You don’t have to be on a mountain to yodel you know.
Me: Obviously not.
Nell: Cowboys yodel.
Me: They never do.
Nell: I can assure you they do.
Me: I didn’t know that.
Nell: Well, you do now.
Me: I always associate it with Julie Andrews.
Nell: Don’t bring ‘The Sound of Music’ into this, please, or David will be ‘Do, Ray, Mi-ing’ it all day.
Me: I was actually thinking of ‘The Lonely Goatherd’.
Nell: We all know what you were thinking of, thank you very much.
Me: Do we know why the Beefies are yodelling?
Nell: No, but I need them to stop.
Me: Not everyone agrees with you.
Nell: What do you mean?
Me: Just look at Roger Blubbery. He and Princess are clapping away. Bless them.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: And the llamas are dancing in Lederhosen. I wonder where they got those?
Nell: The Cat’s dressing up box I expect. It has everything in there.
Me: All we need now is the Welsh Corgi choir in Dirndls and we’re sorted.
Nell: Is that the Whippets Institute minibus?
Me: Yes, and they’re all dressed as nuns.
Nell: I’m going for a lie down.
Me: Wait. Knock knock.
Nell: Who’s there?
Me: Yoda lady.
Nell: Yoda lady who?
Me: Excellent yodelling, Nell.
Nell: I give up.