Me: Look at dear Marvin outside the coffee shop in Toronto.
Nell: Yes. Cool dude.
Me: You don’t need sunglasses inside, by the way. It’s only outside.
Nell: Okey dokey.
Me: Have you been eating bagels again?
Nell: Nope. Just a good ole peanut butter and jelly sandwich for me and a regular Americano.
Me: Are you serious?
Nell: Of course I’m not serious. I had a lightly boiled egg and soldiers with a cup of Earl Grey. Do keep up.
Me: Thank goodness.
Nell: I’d have had two boiled eggs if David hadn’t eaten the first one by mistake.
Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Now, I have exciting news about David’s Mayoral Concert on Sunday.
Me: I didn’t know there was one.
Nell: It’s actually Sunday Songs with guests.
Me: Does everyone know they need to wear hats and sunglasses?
Nell: It’s on the posters.
Me: Sven Gully is bound to try and hypnotise us all. I wish Mutley was still here. The Great Mutliano would know what to do.
Nell: I might have the next best thing.
Nell: My friend Dorothy says an old Canadian friend of Mutley’s is holidaying at the Cottage Hotel.
Nell: It isn’t just anyone. It’s Oscar Barberino.
Me: Oscar Barberino?
Me: I’ve never heard of him.
Nell: You’ve never heard of The Great Barberino?
Nell: One of the most acclaimed tenors of all time?
Nell: And part of The Hypnotic Circle.
Me: You’re making this up.
Nell: I am not. Rupert is on his way right now to invite Oscar Barberino to sing on Sunday.
Nell: If anyone can secure a win for David and put a stop to Sven Gully it is The Great Barberino.
Me: Yes. Sorry.