Nell: Why are you calling me now? The photographer’s here and Rupert is taking us to Westminster Abbey.
Me: What photographer?
Nell: Harriet’s been chosen as one of the Faces of the Coronation.
Me: Did you say Knitwear Wolf’s with you?
Nell: Things went a little wrong yesterday so Rupert had to rescue us.
Me: You said you wouldn’t go in a sidecar.
Nell: A motorbike is the only way through at the moment. You wouldn’t believe how many people are here.
Me: I would. It’s all over the television. What went wrong?
Nell: Mr Giggles lost his way.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: I blame it on Dickens. We were all so caught up in the story we didn’t really listen to the directions.
Me: Where did you go?
Nell: I’m not sure but it definitely wasn’t Chelsea. Fortunately, Rupert was tracking us.
Me: How was he doing that?
Nell: Henry was safely secured in my shawl and Horst was with Rupert. They communicated using Louse Code. Harriet was in on it all.
Me: I knew she was up to something.
Nell: When we stopped to find the way, Rupert arrived and drove us straight to the Barkchesters. We were a little late for cocktails but still on time for dinner.
Me: What about Lionel King?
Nell: Last seen arguing in the rain with Mr Giggles.
Me: Well, have a wonderful time, Nell. Don’t forget to take photos and I want to hear all about it when you get home.
Nell: I hope David’s Coronation Party goes well.
Me: It will. He’s been outside in his top hat since first thing this morning organising it all.
Nell: Good. It’s time for us to go now. Long Live the King.
Me: Yes. Long Live the King and all of us too.
