A Blustery Day both Home and Away

Me: It was rather grey and blustery down at the beach, wasn’t it?

Nell: It was.

Me: Although, judging by your mood, it might be stormier at home.

Nell: This simply cannot continue.

Me: What have I done now?

Nell: It’s not you. It’s Poppy. She’s completely out of control.

Me: Poppy seems in the best of spirits to me.

Nell: Exactly.

Me: I was only just saying to Sir Malcolm and Sir Manuel that I haven’t seen her this happy in a long time.

Nell: And there you have it. Manuel can’t be a Sir. He’s from Barcelona.

Me: Manuel can be whatever Poppy tells him he is like Lady Gladys and the Royal Llamas.

Nell: The llamas are not royal and Gladys is not a lady.

Me: I beg to differ and the Duke and Duchess of Devon would agree with me.

Nell: There is no such thing as a Duke and Duchess of Devon.

Me: Of course there is. If you look out of the window you can see them enjoying a morning bagel from the Baron’s coffee cart.

Nell: All I can see is David and Harriet. And Babycakes Gillespie is a pug not a baron.

Me: He can be both you know.

Nell: This has got completely out of paw. Poppy cannot go around knighting everyone she sees.

Me: It isn’t everyone. Walter is still a commoner and Timothy refused the title.

Nell: Timothy is laying low. It’s a dangerous time for turkeys.

Me: Rupert was a prince already so he is in no need of a title but I think Lady Nell really suits you.

Nell: I will only accept that honour from the King himself.

Me: I think Count Henry and Count Horst would urge you to reconsider.

Nell: Good grief.

Me: Sorry.

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