Me: Look at you three with your tongues hanging out.
Nell: It’s the fastest way to cool down.
Me: We needed a good run after the last few days, didn’t we?
Nell: I didn’t notice you doing any running?
Me: I walked briskly. You and I both did.
Nell: Yes, it was most enjoyable. Now, where’s your hat?
Me: I didn’t know I needed one.
Nell: Of course you do. Sunday Songs is dedicated to our late Queen. The Welsh Corgi Choir are veiled.
Me: So they are. Will they still be able to sing?
Nell: Nothing stops a corgi singing. You should know that by now.
Me: It might just be me but there seems to be an awful lot of them.
Nell: Really?
Me: Yes, and when I went downstairs to get my breakfast this morning the kitchen was full of corgis.
Nell: Was it?
Me: And Poppy was wearing a flying helmet.
Nell: An odd choice of hat.
Me: Yes. Is there something you’re not telling me?
Nell: Why would you say that?
Me: I know something’s going on.
Nell: Fine, but I don’t want any squealing or sending them back.
Me: Sending who back?
Nell: I received a distress call last night from the Royal Corgis.
Me: Oh dear. Poor little things. They must be missing The Queen so much.
Nell: Yes. Balmoral has become unbearable without her.
Me: I expect it has.
Nell: I’m glad you said that because Poppy flew up to Scotland last night and brought them here.
Me: I beg your pardon.
Nell: It’s only for a few days and they’ve got their own beds. You will hardly notice them.
Me: Poppy kidnapped the Royal Corgis?
Nell: Stop being so dramatic. She simply rescued them from a sorrowful situation.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
