Me: There’s an awful lot of noise going on in the kitchen.
Nell: We know. Go back to bed, please. You’ve been coughing all night.
Me: I couldn’t seem to stop.
Nell: We’re calling the doctor tomorrow if this doesn’t improve and you’re going nowhere today.
Me: Why is Poppy wearing a suit of armour?
Nell: It’s St. George’s Day and Poppy is playing St. George.
Me: Dave looks awfully worried.
Nell: He should be. He’s playing the dragon.
Me: Where?
Nell: In the field at Sunday Songs. We thought it might lift your spirits and Shel’s never celebrated St. George’s Day.
Me: No. I suppose he hasn’t.
Nell: You can watch from the upstairs window. Is that the Whippets Institute minibus?
Me: Yes. It just pulled in.
Nell: Can you see any instruments?
Me: I saw a couple of trumpets and a double bass.
Nell: That’s a relief.
Me: The Welsh corgi choir have started singing.
Nell: Good. Are the llamas in place?
Me: They’re cartwheeling.
Nell: I wish they wouldn’t do that.
Me: I have to say I really appreciate the distraction. It’s just what I needed.
Nell: We thought it would be. Poppy is cooking a traditional roast beef later with all the trimmings.
Me: That sounds lovely. Alex used to love coming here for one of Poppy’s roasts.
Nell: She did.
Me: I can’t believe she’ll never be doing that again.
Nell: I know. Now, get back upstairs as the performance is about to begin.
Me: Okay.
Nell: Wrap yourself in one of Knitwear Wolf’s soft blankets and don’t forget to drink your tea with honey and lemon.
Me: What about Shel? He needs a cup of tea.
Nell: Shel has no time for tea. He’s leading in the dragon.
Me: Oh, I didn’t know. Sorry.
