Me: I can’t believe you and Harriet are about to get into a car with a crown wearing lion and a top hatted elderly hyena.
Nell: Would you calm down, please?
Me: Why is Lionel King even wearing a crown?
Nell: He’s connected to the Royal Family. I can’t remember how.
Me: Stuff and nonsense.
Nell: If you look at their coat of arms and other such royal symbols you will find lions everywhere.
Me: You’ll be telling me he plays football next.
Nell: Lionel is more of a cricket playing lion.
Me: And what about Mr Giggles? Have you seen his teeth?
Nell: I’d rather not, thank you. They’re not exactly his best feature.
Me: Well, you’ll be seeing a lot of them when he laughs his way to London.
Nell: Mr Giggles is a keen fan of Dickens, if you must know, so we shall be listening to an audiobook of ‘Great Expectations’.
Me: Take the train, Nell. Or ask Knitwear Wolf to drive you up there.
Nell: I’m not arriving at the Barkchesters in a sidecar. And there’s no room on Rupert’s motorbike for Harriet.
Me: She could sit behind him. Dave does.
Nell: Enough. I understand your concerns and I’ll make sure to keep in close contact.
Me: You’d better. I don’t like this at all. I really don’t and neither does Knitwear Wolf.
Nell: Talking of Rupert, have you seen him? He left me a lovely light shawl to wear in case the weather turns cold and I haven’t been able to thank him.
Me: He left first thing this morning. Said he had business to attend to.
Nell: What a shame.
Me: I don’t want you to go, Nell.
Nell: Stop fussing. All will be well. Trust me.
Me: I’m not so sure. Sorry.
