Me: Davey’s sitting by the window again.
Nell: David is waiting for a bacon baguette. Well, that’s what he’s hoping it is.
Me: What did he order?
Nell: One of the llamas did the actual ordering. It was in the queue already and speaks a little French.
Me: What queue?
Nell: Haven’t you seen it? Look out of the window. It goes right up the garden and into the farmer’s field.
Me: Is that a guinea pig?
Nell: Yes, I’ve never seen it before either. Animals are coming here from far and wide.
Me: Poppy can’t be pleased.
Nell: She’s furious. Babycakes Gillespie is doing a roaring trade in coffees in the car park, however, while customers wait for delivery.
Me: How is it delivered?
Nell: By balloon.
Me: Excuse me?
Nell: Each order is dropped from the sky attached to a tiny little balloon. It’s rather clever.
Me: Mine was just sitting on the doorstep in a brown paper bag.
Nell: Maybe it varies.
Me: Does Dave know what he ordered?
Nell: I think it was a Bark Monsieur.
Me: There’s no such thing.
Nell: Well, he’s just gone outside to collect something.
Me: Gosh, it is a bacon baguette. I was expecting a toasted cheese and ham sandwich.
Nell: Did you order one then?
Me: No, I thought it was a croque monsieur.
Nell: Don’t be silly. Who would order a crocodile?
Me: Never mind. What does it say on that serviette?
Nell: I have no idea.
Me: ‘Merci d’avoir choisi Le Champignon Bleu, David Martin.’
Nell: Which means?
Me: Thank you for choosing The Blue Mushroom.
Nell: Does Le Champignon Bleu mean Blue Mushroom then?
Me: Yes.
Nell: Why didn’t you say before? That’s the name of the new French restaurant in town.
Me: I see. Sorry.
