Me: How’s Dave? He must be feeling a little anxious now the big day has finally arrived.
Nell: David’s absolutely fine. I don’t think he should be wearing his hat and chain this early in the day but he’s the Mayor of Kingsbridge.
Me: Except he isn’t. How’s the Campaign Breakfast going?
Nell: Far too many animals are taking advantage of it, if you ask me.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: I found several corgis eating bacon sandwiches in the kitchen and they’re not even booked until 12.
Me: Were they Welsh?
Nell: Of course they were. One of them asked for bara lawr whatever that is.
Me: It’s laverbread in Welsh. A sort of seaweed purée you can spread on hot buttered toast.
Nell: What’s wrong with marmalade?
Me: Never mind.
Nell: Anyway, as soon as breakfast is over David is going to take a short stroll with Sally in the field and then Rupert will drive him to the Town Hall to place his vote.
Me: We must vote too.
Nell: Everyone needs to vote. Didn’t you notice the Whippets Institute minibus in the car park?
Me: No.
Nell: They’re operating a shuttle service to the Town Hall until 4pm when the vote closes.
Me: Good for them.
Nell: And the more adventurous can ride there on a llama.
Me: I’m not sure I want to do that. It might fall over.
Nell: It would if you got on it. We are talking about the smaller animals here.
Me: Oh yes.
Nell: What’s George Schnauzer doing eating scrambled eggs?
Me: Who?
Nell: The Fake Barberino. Lionel and Mr Giggles collected him a while ago. He shouldn’t be here.
Me: I’ve had an awful thought.
Nell: What?
Me: I think Lionel might have taken The Real Barberino. Sorry.
