Me: It was truly magical down on the beach. The sky was amazing.
Me: It’s a shame the Blubbery Wedding isn’t at sunset tomorrow.
Nell: The Welsh Corgi Choir are going to be cold enough by lunchtime.
Me: The sky looks warmer at sunset.
Nell: Looks can deceive.
Me: Just look at Lionel King.
Me: Handsome on the outside. Dangerous within.
Nell: Lionel’s working hard on being a better lion. He’s even offered his ship for any wedding guests who can’t swim.
Me: That’s a terrible idea.
Nell: No, it isn’t. There’s only so much of the wedding we’ll be able to see from the beach.
Me: I thought Lionel was destitute. How does he still have a ship?
Nell: It’s the only thing he has left.
Me: Why isn’t he living on it?
Nell: It’s extremely vulnerable to Beefy attacks.
Me: Fair enough. I shan’t be sorry to say goodbye to this year.
Nell: Most people would agree.
Me: Talking of goodbyes I was sad to hear that Pelé had died.
Nell: He was a legend.
Me: I met him you know.
Me: Yes, I was at a big television market in Cannes when I heard Pelé was meeting the press outside The Grand Hotel. So my friend Walt and I went straight there.
Me: There were hundreds of photographers and journalists but he noticed me and called out ‘Let her through.’
Nell: What happened then?
Me: We talked. I told him Chris played football and I was in the mothers’ team. He loved that.
Nell: How wonderful.
Me: Yes. For a brief moment in time it was just little old me chatting to Pelé.
Nell: Less of the little. He chose to talk to you. Remember that.
Me: Yes. Sorry.