Sunsets, Ships and Pelé

Me: It was truly magical down on the beach. The sky was amazing.

Nell: Yes.

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.

Nell: Why?

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.

Nell: Really?

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.

Nell: Typical.

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.

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