Me: Did you see the photos of the Mayoral Concert in the Daily Growl this morning?
Nell: Yes. They’re calling yesterday ‘a triumph’.
Me: The Great Barberino was amazing.
Nell: He was.
Me: I didn’t expect him to start singing jazz and swing.
Nell: I told you he had a wide range.
Me: The Whippets Institute Big Band came into their own, didn’t they? Everyone loves a bit of Sinatra.
Nell: They do.
Me: What about the llamas tap dancing? Especially in top hats and tails.
Nell: They’re versatile creatures.
Me: When Dave joined The Great Barberino at the end for a rendition of ‘My Way’ the crowd went absolutely wild.
Nell: Some of them appeared to be throwing stuffed animals. One of the Welsh Corgi Choir was quite overcome and had to be escorted off stage.
Me: Poor little thing. Not everyone likes a stuffed animal.
Nell: Quite. Where’s David?
Me: He’s outside practising being serious and statesdoglike. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: He’s certain of re-election as Mayor of Kingsbridge after yesterday.
Me: Except he was never actually elected in the first place.
Nell: My favourite moment was when Stephen Seagull and his band of Beefies tried to outsing The Great Barberino.
Me: They had no chance.
Nell: Nobody took any notice of their awful screeching.
Me: And when Sven Gully appeared and tried to stare him down The Great Barberino just stared back.
Nell: Yes, until the wretched creature was forced to retreat. What on earth is going on over there?
Me: Where?
Nell: Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing?
Me: I’m afraid you are.
Nell: Why is The Great Barberino trying to cuddle Beauregard? Doesn’t he realise he’s a wild animal?
Me: He seems to have confused him with the stuffed tiger. Sorry.
