Nell: I need an honest opinion. Is the tiara too much?
Me: I think it suits you. You have the face for it.
Nell: I’m not convinced. A simple hat and pearls might be enough.
Me: What does The Cat think?
Nell: The Cat wants to go larger. More diamonds, maybe some feathers.
Me: I’m not sure about feathers. Although Gladys does have a pink feathery tiara.
Nell: Gladys is a Pomeranian.
Me: True. Have you told Harriet she’s coming with you?
Nell: Yes.
Me: I bet she’s over the moon.
Nell: No, she’s in the field with Jim the Farm Dog.
Me: Is she pleased?
Nell: She is.
Me: I hope Dave isn’t jealous.
Nell: David is far too busy organising the Coronation party. He’s taking his job as Mayor of Kingsbridge very seriously.
Me: You know he isn’t actually the mayor.
Nell: He’s wearing his chain at every available opportunity and is bursting with ideas.
Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. He can’t resist a good celebration.
Nell: I still think a bouncy castle is a step too far.
Me: It is for me but I know the llamas love it.
Nell: You do realise they want to be dressed as guardsmen, don’t you?
Me: They’ll look lovely in scarlet jackets.
Nell: It’s the bearskin caps that are bothering me.
Me: They’re going to feel awfully hot. They’re furry already.
Nell: At least you can’t cartwheel in a bearskin so let’s be thankful for small mercies.
Me: I hope Dave hasn’t invited that lion.
Nell: Lionel King will be at the real Coronation if you must know.
Me: You’re joking.
Nell: I’m not. He received his invitation this morning.
Me: Who would be crazy enough to invite him?
Nell: King Charles III and Queen Camilla.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
