Me: I wish it would stop raining.
Nell: You and me both. Now, you had a nasty migraine yesterday evening so it’s a quiet day for you today.
Me: Fine. It is Sunday after all.
Nell: Yes. Harriet is keeping your chair safe downstairs.
Me: Safe from what?
Nell: The Stuffed Tiger, of course. Who knows where it will go next.
Me: I don’t want it taking my chair.
Nell: Don’t worry. Harriet won’t let that happen. She has been told to stay alert.
Me: That’s going to be difficult. Harriet usually falls fast asleep when she’s on my chair. It’s very comfortable you know.
Nell: She will distract herself by playing Cheeky Animals and Raising a Paw.
Me: How does Raising a Paw help you stay awake?
Nell: It’s extremely tricky.
Me: I don’t mind if she falls asleep. If I find that Stuffed Tiger on my chair I shall simply throw it off.
Nell: You can’t do that. You don’t know what might happen. Best to ignore it.
Me: I hope you’ve moved Sunday Songs inside. The Welsh Corgi choir can’t sing in this rain.
Nell: They have boots and mackintoshes. They’ll be fine.
Me: Are you going outside then?
Nell: Don’t be silly. I shall listen from inside.
Me: You won’t hear much.
Nell: It’s the thought that counts.
Me: Not when you’re singing your heart out in the rain.
Nell: There’s hot tea and warm scones waiting for them inside when they’ve finished. Don’t fuss.
Me: They should be allowed inside now.
Nell: They can’t come inside until Henry and Horst say so. The surveillance team are busy putting measures in place.
Me: What measures?
Nell: Sidney the Spider is busy setting up his webcam and it might take a while. Satisfied now?
Me: Yes. Sorry.
